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From the Lips of a Saint

From the lips of a saint Escaped innocence-reducing ‘’, As he sought to clearly paint A scene of Twisted Luck: A doubly exploded truck Some bandits had brazenly struck… From the lips of a saint The sometimes hair-raising ‘’. That would sparkling innocence taint; Does it matter bandits had struck To leave a once-alive, a dead duck? In Holy Circles A Verbal Non -Restramt And ever unwelcome spiritual constraint From the lips of a saint Mainly ‘Christ ‘we should pluck Not the more- stinking- than –muck.

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