Quatrain of No Breaks
No Breaks - none
There may be no time left to weed
out immoral waste stored
in your soul,
filled to the
brim.
You've been shovelling bad deeds
into sacred corners hoping
for God's forgiveness,
on a
whim.
Now that you're older you try harder
to spiritually behave, but you
still need space for your
mistakes,
If you die before your soul is cleaned
out, you cannot enter heaven,
God will give a soul full of
garbage, no
breaks.
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