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It seems watching snow melt happens faster these days
For truth’s less and less liquid and lies new life maze
As degenerate whores court the end of the earth,
Their souls so bound to Satan they’re raptured at birth!

It’s an effort for all to have faith heaven's real
As we're tortured and raped? It seems some of us feel!
But our lifespan's so short that most won’t be around
To watch heirs die of heat stroke and not make a sound!

Will the dying praise God for their ticket from Hell?
The child ripped from its parents, soon join a cartel,
Hate Caucasians like the Indians whites poisoned with germs
In gift blankets for winter, no uncertain terms!

Reparations unlikely from scum on this earth,
Yes, the fortunate few with rich parents at birth,
For what money can't buy, wealth will steal if it must,
It's the poor man with little most worthy of trust.

Sad that rich men wear wealth! Its been ever their bling,
Or dream walls can protect them from most anything,
Think their friends to be worthy must all think the same,
As they build each new barn, they show God they've no shame!

Yes, it's true that King David had sin in his life, 
And he plotted man's death in his lust for the wife,
Still, he lived all his life a beloved one of God,
So that rich can be servants, perhaps is not odd!

But a changed heart's required if you'd follow Christ's way,
Not your acts but God's service can brighten the day,
I think each good Samaritan, helps all along,
It's my rhyme; it's my reason, the words of my song!


Long Tooth
February 7th, 2019

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