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My mind is not yet able,
To sit at God’s table,
With love’s child, the label,
By my heart, is who I am,
My life is no sham,
Love is who I am,

That which is of the Lamb,
Love~the meekness of who I am,
My I am, the band of meekness,
Has no weakness,
As does the bleakness,
Of my mind’s weakness,

Death seeks it’s own protocol,
Through the mind, of us all,
So as to get death’s destruction, on the ball,
Through us all,
In death’s imagination protocol,
The illusion’s of mind,
Are not love’s kind,

Death doeth not command,
Is only wild branch,
By chance,
Taking a stance,
Mind level of course,
Does not command,
Life’s course,

 Our God is one,
Our one protocol,
Through the hearts of all,
T’s life’s call,

The death of mind, is naught,
Has pulled our life line with taunt,
By mind decision,
Came a division,
Death’s destruction or life,
By life’s sacrifice,
Humanity is rid of this vice,

As the mind aligns,
With love’s kind,
The mind will see,
It’s imagination, is twiddle dee,

The mind is Cain, of vain,
The heart is Able, love’s label,
By which we remove, the fable,
O death’s label,

By the wild branch,
Came the dinosaur, by chance,
Did not romance love’s stance,
Death failed to launch,
Was a stench,
In nostrils of Love’s romance,
 
Death lied,
From the inside,
It’s very guide,
And tried to hid,
But was revealed,
By the light inside,
Love’s guide,

Naught plus naught is still naught,
But pulled life’s line by taunt,
A mind lost from it’s love,
Is as a puff,
Of nothing,
Death of itself is nothing,
By God has been tried,
But has lied,
To divide,
Protocol,
Of the one in all!!

7-26-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com

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