The Saint

Once upon a time
I was barren and mentally unreceptive
         Ignorant to the concept
      Of being truthful
                      Of self
My inhibitions' were death
              To the
   Ability to be thankful
And I was so delightful
              That
He had come for me
           And I
Had a chance
             For judgement

              
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Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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