"Will murdering my victims bring me bliss?
Will anger lead me home ta self-respect? When I the mark of mercy
badly miss, it’s Jesus Christ himself whom I reject. No Good is
ever gonna come from That; true wealth, good health, and love I’ve
thrown away. No, murderin’ ain’t Never where it’s at, and what
I need ta do lots more is pray! So, Heaven, help me practice
self-control, and help me love my self and all today. ‘Cause if my
fears and anger take their toll, how will I Ever make it all okay?"
Copyright 2016 by Stephen C. Gifford
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