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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