the devout fishermanA Poem by Wormsthe sun rises and sets on the honest fisher's nets this poor man works from the dawn and never rests till the night falls on the pond why is this man happy with his lot others have more than what he's got but he is content with what he has no matter what will come to pass he will not cheat or steal or lie for he knows not when he will die and when he does he said to me "I want to see my family they have gone to heaven, one and all and I want to meet them in that golden hall" and "you certaiunly shall I said to him" but he said back "that dream grows dim for any who would be devout the lord may shut all men out for men have come to greatly sin and he's loth to let any of us in but listen well" he said to me "my soul always shall be free for I work hard and I repent but others wont and they have sent an invitation straight to hell and knowing them it suits them well but I will always follow the lord for he is both my shield and sword if I worship him alone i'll sit next to him upon his throne" and then he left me and I was alone and I knew all that could be known and then I said unto myself "that man cannot be by himself there must be others that are like him men that would not sink, but swim these men must be the best of all as good as those before the fall before men were tempted all the time" and now as I close my rhyme please look after yourself and your friends and keep them from any evil ends © 2010 WormsAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorWormssomewhere, PAAboutI'm 16 and insane and I am not the best person to ask about me but here goes nothing I am a hopless romanitc, for the world as well as myself I am a dreamer, I am a schemer I am a ranter, I am .. more..Writing
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