Our Nation's Vain Oblation Part 3

The higher government above, It is love! It is above the government, Of a spineless mind, Minus love’s kind! The mind, that thinks itself so kine, Should serve love, the king of spline! A growing surplus, Does not behoove us, The debt of bet, We shall regret, It is not of our source, We are on the corporate course! Pray that your flight, Which will be a sight, Be not in the winter, With the sinner! Ah, But compression’s recession, Will be God’s blessing, For those who believe, In the relieve, Of the heart’s, Wal mart! But those who trust in the mind, And all it’s kind, It’s the end of the line, However, that’ fine! After the fall of winter, The blender, And the parties and the balls, What government gall! An the lady who blatantly, Trusts in herself, Even when nothing is left! She’s the hate of late, Without a plate! And for those in denial of source, Taking another course, Will be forced to divorced, The carnal mind, And it’s kind! For they themselves, have said, This has been my dread, For I have always fed, My reflection, Above my heart’s perfection! For to exalt, Without halt, The mind’s election, Above my heart’s perfection, Has been my direction, Since Adam’s defection!!! Johnmosesfreemanfreeman@yahoo.com