Weavily Spells
Time has come to this,
words I got to speak,
onward I hold to flee
yet good I forehold to reach.
To God be glory
Today has fall in this date
for real,
back then, weak I stood to
speak,
the good came and went
out of MY will.
I had enough at the hill,
up there I thought to GO for
a deal
and let my yesterday went
unpeak,
such I want life to be, and
that was it.
How were we,
how many of we tend to
behave like we,
how many we asked why
were we,
and when life got tough we
asked God why we?
Such this game we play,
and loved to win every relay
is this how we hope to play
and save our pockets and
not to pay?
The world has many means
to send,
on our dead bed we shall
rise once again,
and set the go alright, all
set!!
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