Sentenced by the Soul

If there's an end,
To the wrong choices,

 If there's a time,
For heart's expiration,

 If there's a court,
To punish my drifted mind,

 It is here,
Within me,
I shall be sentenced by my soul,
To depart to eternity,
Wherein resides my beloved Lord....

 (c) S.S


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