Marty does Rhyme... Pretty good, I believe...

Marty

Her name is Marty,
Who is quite naughty.
Wiggles her hips
And smacks her lips,
To see young men,
Older than ten,
Wish, hope, and pray,
It is all for pay.

The Dying of the Flame

The flame from the burning cross shone upon the earth,
As the flame flicked light rays, faces of men could be seen.
Good men had faces of sorrow for they feared evil.
Faces of joy had evil men for evil loves evil.
With "the dying of the flame", God looked away.
Men then contemplated the self-inflicted evil.
Yet, it was too late to save their eternal souls.

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The age of life beginnings at one,
The dawn of the day begins with the rising of the sun,
All beginnings start somewhere,
But where do they really begin.

People can only imagine where things begin.
As they have no insight to the world.
Some think that they know all.
Others just pretend that they do.

And where is the end of all things,
What is the future to behold?
Will there ever be an end,
Or will there only be beginnings.

Things may seem to come to an end,
But they only disappear for awhile.
To reappear at a time that is inconvenient
And cause trouble for all that are involved.