The Wrong Soil

I am the seed thrown
Unto the rocky ground
No room to be grown
Because I am not found.

My lungs have no door for breath
No door for what is lost
Leaving me to death
Because I have been tossed.

Brought up and taken down
Beaten, bruised, and battered
This seed in floods will drown
Because I have been scattered.

The good doctrine, which is the Word
Speaks of such a spoil
Of evil demons, which like a bird
Brought me to wrong soil.

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