How evil of you! We are to live in this world to do good not bad deeds. Listen to me and don’t get mad. Writing this poem makes me so sad…
I hear a child crying for help and for an opportunity to do and see, how much heartless compatriot can you be? Really?
Not even one silver coin? To many false promises and excuses you give. Is this really the best way to live?
You say no way and ask me how do I know about if of this today? I reply with a firm and enthusiastic God with capital G. I don’t think you see what I see.
Being with God is a gift. Fortunate are those who believe in Him because much discernment and gold they will receive. Mercy and eternal life they will get. An expensive price you will pay for being so callous, inconsiderate, and selfish, I bet.
What goes around comes around.