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[aid] => mick
[title] => BY THE STRICT CONSTITUTION OF GOD
[time] => 2007-11-04 09:01:50
[hometext] => All Sins are equal
[bodytext] => Psalm 73:18 "Surely thou didst set them in slippery places; thou castedst them down into destruction." BY THE STRICT CONSTITUTION OF GOD By David Rios There are laws in this world One must obey. To hinder what we do, And what we can say. Their purpose was established In the beginning, And castigated those who Thrived off of sinning. Many have resisted But all have failed. By the strict constitution of God Their lives have been nailed. In a mansion within a city, lived A man successful in his life. He believed having everything Would surely end his strife. Jealous was this man of everyone, Even after having all that he earned. So instead of gaining all these items, His possessions would soon be burned. Alone at home he prepared a feast But a fire had caught his robe’s sash, And by the strict constitution of God His property and he became dust and ash. On a beach in Europe Only God knows where. Lounged a little old priest, Who in his teaching, did not care. His vacation was provided Thanks to those religious fools. But his life would soon be concluded, And cast down to Lucifer’s fiery pools. He clenched his chest, For it throbbed with pain. By the strict constitution of God, The sinner had been slain. Outside a store window Peering in a man so poor. He ran in quickly and exited with An item through the door. Justifiable he believed his actions to have been, For his crime he didn’t care. But giving leniency for the smallest sin Would not be truly fair. To avoid the police he ran Through an area of reconstruction. But by the strict constitution of God The pillar crushed his life in Destruction. In another setting, Wandering the dark city streets, Was a married man about forty. A mistress’s presence is what he seeks. The prostitute was approached. She helped commit his crime. He satisfied his needs, And paid her for her time. But just before he left, The prostitute unsheathed her knife. And by the strict constitution of God, She stabbed and ended his life. As for the prostitute, Her crime was not in the sex. But it was the murder That placed her life in a hex. She stood over the man haunted And crying. Her tears pounded the floor. She was afraid no sorrow felt could Liberate her from Death’s gore. To her abdomen, she pointed the knife. But before she released her soul, By the strict constitution of God, Her brain erupted within her skull. Outside a child is swinging Joyfully in the rain. His parents told him no, But his promise he has feigned. The clouds above him darkened Growing bad and then worse, For disobeying his parents Has brought to him his curse. The lightning struck the branch Splitting the large tree, and By the strict constitution of God His body was crushed and left lifelessly. Confined inside her office At work rather than church. A woman rewrote all the papers Her coffee had besmirched. The money she worked so hard for Had replaced the Holy Day And because of this atrocious sin, She would not receive her pay. Exhausted from her restless day She darted into the street. And by the strict constitution of God, The truck separated her head and feet. Within a small bathroom prepared An elderly woman for her shower. And in there she stayed bathing For over half an hour. When the scorching water touched her skin His name she cried in vain. But because of this sin she committed He would punish her for her pain. She stepped out of the water, Unaware of what she said By the strict constitution of God, she slipped On the floor she cracked her head. Reflected through the mirror, High above her bed, Was a beautiful woman’s body. Upon it a gorgeous head. She held her nose up high. She thought she was the best of all. But little was she aware that, To the Lord’s sword she would fall. In the corner of the image, Grew an unsuspected crack, And by the strict constitution of God Beauty shattered, stabbing her in the back. Ruling a dominant country, And worshiped for his wealth. A king who believed he was everything Was suffering from his health. He had worked so hard to be a god But in reality he has failed. For his soul will be cast down to Hell’s pits, And there he will be jailed. A feast within the kingdom given The king a feeling he hadn’t felt before. But by the strict constitution of God His heart beat once and then no more. For every sin we commit, Follows a consequence we must suffer. No matter what it may be Killing, stealing, or a secret lover. Do not be naive, Rather be full of fear. For he will smear you existence Without shedding a tear. And when you’re dead and gone You will hear no bell. Because by the strict Constitution of God, Your sentence is not Heaven, but Hell. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 231 [topic] => 11 [informant] => MasterUkraine [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ChristianPoetry )
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