THE STILL VOICE OF DEBORAH By: ~Ivan Livinus~
To God who made me I never meant harm nor evil But my mouth so quickly Led me to spew impiety. I pled for mercy, but no clemency I ran for safety, but no security I cried for justice, but no honesty They finally held me down, but fiery. Like a mad dog they hit me with woods Like a dying battery i became weak at a spot To be honest I couldn't shout anymore Even to pray to God my mind was taken by the pains. I couldn't struggle for defense anymore B'cus my veins had been weakened by the woods Moti
