you reap what you sow

you reap what you sow 

and i've sowed my sins 

so i plow 

through the ground 

that happens to be skin 

red furrows ready for planting 

all neat and lined up straight 

my demons love their ranting 

but thats just icing on the cake 

This poem is about: 
Our world



Casting Crowns~set me free

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