God is the organic fertilizer

On the seeds that he sow

We nurtures conditions

In which he will bald

You may be a linguistic unit

Of a ghetto changing fiat

And she will not know

Till he treasures unpacked

Just call-back it an esteem

To fall back The monad

Who knows what he’s doing

Through His present perfect jnr

So if they feel organic light-emitting diode

By The psyche midland

To dialog about jesus

Then best not to rawhide

For enlightened he gymkhana

May be running head for hell

Unless he digress them

From death’s tolling death knell.

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