HATRED BY JIM BYRNE

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Who hurts children, So misguided,
Babies have their link to God,
He will hurt you, He`s confided,
You create the painful rod.

Who hurts people in their eighties,
You create a fearful darkness,
Horror stories told in places,
Such violation never seen.

Hurting others ,Your own destruction,
Have no doubt you live with doom,
Seek God`s love and his instruction,
Seek him in his holy room.

He forgives you , You must seek it,
God knows when no one does,
What have you done, So Bad.
Are you sorry, Take his love.

When you battered that old lady,
Did you sleep so good that night,
When you beat that little baby,
He will always live with fright.

Your coward like ways will see,
A given you`re so weak,
Not so strong, You`re watched by him,
He knows your wrongs, He will speak.

Will you always frighten others,
Hurt old ladies, Is that your thrill,
You are as no one, Without brothers,
Yet God is there , Forgiving still.