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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required NOT A BALLPOINT TO SLEEP: I dare blame them for any detriment, As I care more to rubbish these bait flip men. So simple having their downfall predistined, Can sense struggles thrown from their pritched den. Easily showcasing their uproot's not riddle spin. Beyond reasonable doubt, I'm mounted with pretty wings; My armament and strength's skillfully built. And they trying to make me a smitten gem. The power bestowed on me is a lucrative target; It's customised, not sold in the market. Granted me by the Supremo in the Highest. Strictly staying in my closet; Floppy steps in focus,I'm dear to the process. It's vital, not baseless. Chuckled by bystanders seen in black and white singlets. I'm blowing off demonic candles, Held by multiples of evil mambas. Attentively swallowing wisdom from experienced niggas, In accordance to scaled ventures. A way out from an authentic purchase, To settle matters in distanced junctures. Only to God do my soul belongs with unconditional pledges. Redeemed by the incorruptible blood of Jesus, I'm spiritually pinned to His priceless riches, Genetics and sciences knowledge burnt with its matrix. Wellbeing inherency assured, need no medics. They crouch in fear whenever I spit riddles, Because I easily diminish their harming freebies. They are demoniacs standing to predict; Causing miseries, the wizards and witches. Aimlessly they killing True Christians; Entangling them to collide into ditches. So clear they more than trillions. From genesis their nature's still the same. They try to intrigue in a broken frame, And gradually their cup's filling to the brim. The plagues sent to them are great, And where they dwell there's no comfort, it's scrimped; Bounded to destroy them all in their train, And fortunately for us, it's slaining them into shame. Anytime they encode our senses, So they easily get our lives dressed by tenses. Seeming they give us more chances, Our livelihood they deteriorate as they lay them in appendix. They align schemes to have our intelligence measured, From time to time just to have our immune systems melted; Cook and serve pestilences through racism methods. The covert of alienation even before antebellum periods. Look into my eyes, what do you see? If I look into yours, Love is what we need. Moving in slow speed, time's like a millipede; Passing out so fast in free spree. Crashing bells strongly sounding deep. The fantasy is not a ballpoint for us to sleep. Not a fallacy or mental imagery for us to keep, It's necessary for us to pray as we live. The demons are awake to get us gripped. They've been here working since centuries, Flooding the world in ages. Some of their agents are in the penitentiaries, But one day they'll be cast into eternal hades.
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