No threshold for God
I serve the Truth
That prickles often minds
Ruthless return.'
Lord all components
Many parts; none removed no.'
Every atom owned sic..
Who can turn off?
Sun black, the midday faces'
Tell Him no.' whit'less
No redress, this is.'
The story, tells it more real.'
Its life, death; victory.'
Copyright © Joe Maverick | Year Posted 2023
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