Redemption

M Mark Heathcote Mark Heathcote
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'Redemption' does it come with a sell-by date if it does; I fear I'm already too late. See I've - done my bit of blasphemy disrespectfully but I've turned over a new leaf - oddly. So, I query my past transgressions in earnest: I've made many mistakes & was never ablest. Does 'redemption' have its own, lock and key? I know the jailer looking in the mirror is me. A two-edged sword is each personality; forgiveness is a fine, bottled, whisky. Once you open it, you want to drink it dry, limits forgot then your ego, you espy. Like sailors after an arduous journey, on their shore leave winking at the honey's going by. I ask myself is it a port in a storm ah, 'redemption' why does it, leave me lukewarm. I guess I don't have it, and never will walk in the straight path of this obscure treadmill.

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