The Chancing- -
THE CHANCING- -
I chant not believe;
finally flicked blind host;
cover me always;
bless me from sources;
spirit unbelief comes forth;
protect from demons;
conjurer up the lust;
that try to engage us all;
while in denial;
git thee behind me;
I don't believe in no ghosts;
and yet their spirits;
10/30/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2019
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