Augustus SlaterDixon - Upon Strolling Down the Sidewalk

As I cross o’er the street,
I doth realize the abundance o’ grime
And the colours: grey, brown, black as soot
I happen upon from time to time.
The people who doth pass me
Are plain and dress nicely not.
Nor do they seem to be happy
As God’s grace they hath forgot.
Sinners are they! Cheats, delinquents, liars.
God’s anger they shall not escape
When they burn eternally in Satan’s fire.

Augustus SlaterDixon

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