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In a glamour looks she made her way through the aisle.
Making the feet to dazzle the soil for the joy that lays in her heart.
Like the Angel she appeared to meet the bridegroom,
Wearing a purified white of Mary.

Who is this like star appearing?
That all were made to recall his second coming.
Could this be true that nothing is laid in her purity?
Haven't lost the joy of motherhood to being a slay mama.

Nipples have been made slack in the joy of social vibes.
Yet her way was found in to make a blissful vow.
Can the creator be fooled?
Marriage honourable in all bed undefiled.

Can this be done in a recent time?
Yes it can, less we continue to dwell in deceit,
And our glory be made waste in hell,
That at last our body will not be made to walk through the aisle
While under the everlasting condemnation.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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