Forty Days In the Wilderness
This life for the most since these eyes can remember
Her light of day has seemed no less, a tortures chamber
Psychologically, mauled in maimed ? Everyday awakening
Unto their very same chains his scenes, round about; within
What always was; is ? A #ucked up world filled, with #ucked up
Things and no wonder, figuratively speaking that, Heaven's Messiah....
Did so tell Lucifer that he could shove this place tightly, up his literal's ass.
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