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Purified

Take me away God to dig up sod and have a talk how I’m so odd/ Among other things I’m like a Dodge missing a tie-rod / These words strung are life’s pod for I or a prop to fly over top of any slop/ So with these I will never mope only float and soak in my own rhyme cloak/ Surely isn’t a scapegoat you can escape hope and expect a fine coat/ Plenty of clot to try and stop my shot as I am in a trot while carrying a lot/ Burying thought I look to God for our treasure spot/ I pleasure a lot like a distraught tater tot plotting on the worlds last ketchup drop/ Thought aside brought ready for this ride and be in stride for life’s show and slide/ Never again slip to a horrific dive left deprived but I’m revived to be energetic and re-energized/ It’s all derived from what’s been inscribed for my eyes/ I no longer tell lies to become more pure and purified / As he pries and amplifies any spiritual ties an old ritual dies / It’ll be tough times left behind refined with God he rectifies

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