Poetry submitted by Eddie
God will win,so will you be marble or clay.
Think carefully, before he starts chipping away.
If you choose marble, know He will hammer away.
So pick the other, He’s much more gentle with clay.
But truth is, there’s a much easier way.
Run to Blessed Mary, she molds Saints every day.
It is her destiny, to crush Satan’s head.
Her Son has risen up, giving life to the dead.
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