Sonnet: God Made Us Divinely

0 take my body, mind and heart; they're yours;
0 take them Lord, before I destroy them;
0 take my soul back ‘fore I sin more, Boss;
Give me a soul of stone, not priceless gem.

0 take my special senses back, my God;
I misused them so frequently since birth;
0 take my every dropp of blood back, Lord;
Before I spill it uselessly on earth.

0 take the precious life back that you gave;
The devils make me sin so easily;
I wish I go to live just in a cave;
They understand me not, my family!

God, allow Death to lay its hands on me;
I wish to quit earth, early, heavenly.

poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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