Predestination's Discrimination
So I hear the blessed children
have a place in Heaven's kingdom,
where they sing and dance in union.
God, He gave His only Son.
For in life a few are chosen -
break the bread, the Baker's dozen;
stick my head inside the oven,
for I fear that I'm not one.
Copyright © Sophia Valentina | Year Posted 2014
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