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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required GOD's SPECIAL LOVE During mix up of this recipe My ink freeze carrying a fragile Destiny. Sending songs of hanger to My Lord, I need to be part of this conventional list for all His special Love, Father Benjamin Franklin and Pa Da Vinci, Nelson Mandela the political Dealer, Leaders I search for resembles. You know Islam sees Unity Rusicrusian is purity Christianity loves vigils to preach Virginity, all of the spirit being. Good Lord fix me among this Victims, Tagged into victory. I pay every thanksgiving, am Aware this amounts to nothing, As an ordinary pilgrim Immortal soul that believes in Evenings. Combating for wisdom with Maximum understanding, Discipline is the seed I lick before Sleep, Good Lord descend every special Love upon my living I will serve man to forever remember You my Great King Owner of every meaning. My sick brain begins to drain Energy enriched with pain will Only cut my vain, I sit and pray, painting the Mon alisa's Frame, To rearrange any artistic page, Electricity isn't a mistake, as I fear The dark, Meaning man will permanently fail. Freedom is wilder than age, This a free lane created by no name. Good Lord rise me above the hills Make me run underneath the sea I need the clouds to clean my feet, Let my heavens be for real and Sickness should be dumped in a bin. Good Lord lead me to the class of The Most High, Where Angles sing in Your Frontage I need to see your Tongue and sliver Taste. Good Lord I post this on Monday Evening By Tuesday You would receive, Please open and read, these are not Wishes neither are they dreams These is me hurting to win. HABIB AKEWUSOLA.
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