Lasting Gee

It’s blasphemy for the half ashy to try and blast on me-n-my family/ Fits about brass class for free from that lasting Gee/ A ghastly last plea is all I’d need for a decree to decrease or desecrate/ I’ll diss a crate of hate with what I integrate and create/ Fate did initiate a wait to anticipate the plate with a faint taint and I’d dissociate The phase we’d taste may have been a graze and raid/ It’ll stay and abase their grave base they blazed/ Fiddle away a trace to appear like zany raves/ Little to say the way his faith’s light is a conclave/ He prays every day for grace to pave a bomb wave/ Delay no more and move forward with your higher courage/ Away I’ll store her more oranges to ravish/ Fly high for yours and theirs as you’re a rad fish/ Plan and pour an attack dish like a bad wish/ A span sore and sad but a serene swish/ Send a band to bore and stand up to ceilings amiss