Wems Henry Temmy Psalm 22

                             Feel
                             Real,
                          Have deal
                         That reveal 
                      A touchy ordeal;
        Time will one day have to unseal.

                              Make 
                              Fake 
                             Awake;
                      Have no break
                Until peace don't ache 
         And justice have none to forsake.

                              Light
                             Bright
                       Hearts fright 
                    That blind sight
               From seeing sane right,
       To finding plight delightfully tight.

                              Men 
                              Pen
                           Real den-
                         A cool Zen,
                 Feeding you with wen,
         To get you vowed in hearty yen.

                              Make 
                              Fake 
                             Awake;
                      Have no break 
                Until peace don't ache 
         And justice have none to forsake.

                              Light
                             Bright
                       Hearts fright 
                    That blind sight
               From seeing sane right,
       To finding plight delightfully tight.


                              Plan
                              Span 
                           Lifespan
                      Off brain's can;
                 Set up most human
          Against his own exclusive clan. 

 
                              Make 
                              Fake 
                             Awake;
                      Have no break 
                Until peace don't ache 
         And justice have none to forsake.

                              Light
                             Bright
                       Hearts fright 
                    That blind sight
               From seeing sane right,
       To finding plight delightfully tight. 


                               Still
                               Chill
                           Goodwill
                      Going downhill;
                Fright jam your nostril,
          Dare fulfill at cost of the drill.
            

                              Make 
                              Fake 
                             Awake;
                      Have no break 
                Until peace don't ache 
         And justice have none to forsake.

                          Truth
                         Sleuth
                       Miss Ruth;
                   How uncouth
              Is her reigning tooth?
      "I will follow you......" yet, a youth!

            
                              Make 
                              Fake 
                             Awake;
                      Have no break 
                Until peace don't ache 
         And justice have none to forsake.

                              Light
                             Bright
                       Hearts fright
                    That blind sight
               From seeing sane right,
       To finding plight delightfully tight.
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