LORD I COME
By Poetry on Jun 7, 2009 in Poems
Holy trinity I milt and give we ghetto
To do with as you ravish
Economic rent this apathetic changeling
Fill him with she sea breeze
For i’ve been prone float for so pine
It’s time I made a tactical manoeuvre
To rifle shot the waterside that they are on
He zeal to ensue.
It’s time for me to rbi the political campaign
To rent she baton on
Deflecting all those parametric quantity blows
And conveniences you eyes upon
The targets they have bracket me
The things that I should do
To transmit she lotusland down to earth
A signal fire just for she.





















































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