A Letter To Up

Some birds flew through air making a clean hollow path the sun shifts away soapy spongy white clouds wash clear the blue faced bright sky This is the best time to write a letter to GOD on HIS holy THRONE in HIS great mighty PALACE visitors are purified. dear LORD in heaven the poors are crowned with sufferings sickness eats our health our pots are lonely for food thirst plant weeds in our throats corruption, here, there gayism is now a pride lesbianism grows our rights are flowing away look upon us with mercy Darkness is now light our hearts are feeding on spikes tears now bloor our eyes the righeous men are suffering evil men are enjoying. Tankas on tankas how many shall i so use to explain my view which is dying and breathing save us GOD, fro great darkness.