The impermance of salvation, <br />begins to bleed at the imperfect seems of dilusion. <br />I beg involuntarily as my body shakes and strokes. <br />I once believed in faith, <br />in a man sent to redeem mankind from it's own hands. <br />Foolish concoction once born from the hand of men, <br />as guns and weapons to steal and rape. <br />From once was a time that we were saved, <br />we perverted our future with uncertainy and good intentions.<br /><br />Dakota Ellerton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/good-intentions-8/
