Mark 2A Chapter by Not A WriterMy poetical interpretation of chapter two of the book of MarkWhy is my heart so narrow and rigid? I’m critical, hysterical, Thinking I can traverse this cave Without you. Caze without you, I’m
lost in my thoughts. Don’t, don’t turn on the lights. I’m, I’m life here to die. I, I don’t want ya planning my life
(my life) But, but you say otherwise. “Son, your sins are forgiven”, you
say. I can’t help but look at you in
dismay. “Rise, pick up your bed, and go home”
(go home), And I just think: you’re out of your
mind. “Follow, follow, you’ve gotta follow
me. You’ve got a heart of one of those
Pharisees. Come, give away your life. I’ve come to save the sick to die
(to die). I’ve come to save the sick to die." © 2022 Not A WriterReviews
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1 Review Added on March 27, 2022 Last Updated on May 11, 2022 AuthorNot A WriterKyoto, MI, JapanAboutJapanese writer Into all things anime 日本万歳. どんなに頑張っても私を見つける.. more..Writing
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