An Angelic Advice Poem by Isaac Morris

5years I lived in patience valley
Staring at the sky all night to see thy blessing falling

Still I wait in much grace when I heard the blessed calling
Coming from a source unknown like the wind
I took a steep and turn in dreads
It was an angelic calling
Pulling a star out of sky
To the nearby valley

Read my life and get advised!
His very word that made me crawling

I bought myself a gasoline
and a pack of strike stick
and now I burn in flames
and the pains of my last deed

This is my saying for a safe sail;
Your cry is my cry
Your pain is my pain
Your gain is my gain
If you fail to be a saint
U fall like a crash plane

Then, I lift my eyes to gaze his face
And my heart chocks in pains
I wish for a dawn in my nightmare
But wishes got no action
As wants got a verb

Read my life and get advised!
If it's not too appalling

my fault was traced to the cave
like a piece of smelling beef
I failed the test to pave my way during heaven's overhauling
I'm thrown to earth in wretch and pains
like a ditch of trashchute

This is a bitter torturing for a fun fee
Tears of bricks, slide my cheeks
When I heard his bitter wailing
O my God! I began to shiver
And scared to be a victim

Read my life and get advised!
When you are out of mercy valley

Beat more challenges than the bee
And never quit for a bit
As you skip along the tick of the clock
Each day as you live

The world ends every seconds
And none can guess his day
Judgment comes the last day
Which all will stand to face

Read my life and get advised!
His very word that made me crawling,
Read my life and get advised!
If is too appalling