One Hundred
One Hundred
By Nate Spears
One hundred percent has been missing
Since one hundred percent of the beginning
A large percent has been given
A large percent has vanished
Which leads me to think
The fool isn’t played
The fool is in living
Adam was the fool
For the rib he was giving
To his wife,
Starving generations with sin
In life
In a world of hard times
The snake rule will end
Head less; or heart less
Without it; regardless
You’re dead
On this earth we stand
As is in heaven
Amen.
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