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A mighty man of GOD.
Golaiths head lay at his feet.
Good King DavId cried tears of JOY about Bathsheba.
ON the day that Uriah turned into a heap of stony ground.
Uriah was such a MasterMan he only fell 
when Joab smote him with his darts and
when they penatrated hime he died and then he
fell upon the stony ground.
When DavId first saw the Bathsheba, She was pouring water in the bath.
She cascaded water down around her nakedness. 
Nothing hidden from his eyes the lust and yes the madness of HIS passion.
For a man such as a KING can not rest untill desire is gathered.
DavId wept and cried OH GOD "Pleease do not take her FROM me." 
And as the Good King DavId wept this OLD PROPHIT came.
Eye stood before the KING and told him a Private Hice story.
There was once a very bad man,
taking something, anything, and everything;
a mans only hearts desire away from him: just like a thief. 
"where is this man"? "bring hime to me and i will punish him",
DavId the JUST has bellowed.
That MAN is YOU.
The PROPHIT Private Hice completed his judgement of the KING.
And then the Good King DavId wept.

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