Dig, These Fallen Hookers
We could never say within good conscience that this country
Has ever been a great place or truly even her blessing given misery
From whence she was borne ? Lingering here today and better what Styx
Might say, Your fooling yourselves but you don't believe it ? Tis never been their
Masses whom have tainted as poisoned humanity; albeit this flesh no, wasn't designed
To embrace heaven's holy light: most assuringly an enmity, of love's beautiful and priceless
Spirit, crying abba Father ? Thus while joey crocker crotch gathers his wayward dumplings; spill the wine.
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