Obey

My heart refunding is the pay the poet with her will, not stray accost my Faith, but don't delay God as my vestige meters stay! To write it not, but think the day goes on no fetish, fools would play their happy notes, then strum parlay this serious soul does cutting say ~ Without the song, a poem is prey the verse upon some canting may inflict duress, I kneel to pray it is that action ~ nearness way! Assimilate the motions gay my heart, still caught to lodgings grey this youth of time, goes on, a fray addicting rhyme to one relay! God's measure, I AM, answered weigh is sacred, certain . . . . my Obey!