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I'm desprate to tell you this,
Because you deserve to be on my seats,
Your first love ceased the wrath which will have girded you for bad deeds,  
The bowl placed on my table was full of water, 
If I met you aside the dead,it means not my love shouldn't clean your feets,  
Stretching my hand to hold you speak of what I have for all sheeps later,
Here we're to commune in flesh and blood, 
What should I be expectant about from your heart?
Should it be a broken head puffed with doubt stitched to a brat?
If I should die before miracles come from above,
How would my resurrection be said about? 
But since you'd felt the steam of anointing before you're gone, 
Count my lips that everyone on my side isn't wrong, 
Till night strike the fowlers guns, 
Never will they suspend to shoot my fans, 
And on assertation,I'm coming back to carry you all to those promise lands, 
But If I should leave you behind after armageddon, 
Where then will you establish solely dinning table in a desolated kingdom?
I demand you guide yourselves,for the devourer is piling souls to boredom,
And I can't lose you after we both hear the sound of the horn.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Date: 3/1/2018 7:29:00 PM
Awesome!! Great job..
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