Whilst my rib sleeps in purgatory
The Reaper of Grimness, shades her
lamp with dimness. Bacterial infection
is turning the light off. Extensive
knowledge through doctrine's, and
their hands were feeble!
Propofol cocktails, and time. The
soothing death prescription.
Cornerstone made of strength, I will
not break! Jehovah Rophe, shooting
flare's that plummet down in my faith.
Ten toe's turned up, on hard headed
Palm's Touching......while I saturate
your ear with his word. Mustard seed
of faith, and death can deter! Days,
do as they do; they get lost.Your scent
married into the sheet's where we sleep.
The created, wanted by it's creator for
By the Scribe