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Now For God

Impressions of the waif, the overload dissensions allocate ~ insolvent, told are they that wile and wait the other's strode! While time be not incumbent ~ is not old, to front concerns, not slumber ~ must unfold! My life is not assunder ~ with grief's hold, or looks for daily number ~ towards greed's gold! The Now ~ my master's rumble ~ speaks, implodes it's to my feet ~ the jumper ~ must explode God's call remerits wonder ~ my unmold!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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