Satan At The Door.

March 5, 2017thoughtsmeenas17

The wrong side of an age
brings in a discipline.

Traversing the wrong side of the road
leads to a chaos.

Eating the wrong type of food
causes an illness.

Speaking at the wrong time
creates a panic.

Such be the wrongs one does
sets in a disaster.

The flaws and mistakes
place us in a situation
dark and gloom.

If it is the wrong that governs
obviously Satan holds control.

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