Wems Henry Temmy Psalm 41
Night or day; his mouth is ever chewing
Both day and night; I watch if he is coming
But he always stop whenever I am moving
And go ahead with my foods when I left without backing
The goat is a little wonder
Firing like a solid thunder
My God remains invisible
Into countless beings divisible
Whenever he score, fans don't stop booing
Within their heart to hatred, they're succumbing
Non-stop with sport, he is ever improving
He shoots and the goal Pole's net go cracking
The goat is a man
With many a fan
Make my art one
Forever like sun
I will keep an eye on him every minute
Probably I will invite two people more
To have a face to face attack on him
Grab, tie up and locked for days in jail
Then I will not see him around again
He keeps coming back
To have a fresh attack
Enemies are never tired
My God is never retired
His style is not the best but indefinite
The dribbles, skills, crosses and goals score
In real matches, friendlies and in prelim
Have got him enough fans who hail
Hail him without looking out for any gain
If fun can blind
Man undefined
For all You be
Is been for me
The people tried but couldn't catch up
He breaks in easily and escape
Made messes with all that's available
Eat each in a bit to touch all
Without been punished for the act
Unresisted aim
Difficult to tame
Be there in lost
When less I cost
Defenders try to block but there's a up
Unbelievable is he; how all allowed him scrape
Run and focus a target scalable
To their strength and morales fall
How opponent's coach do overreact
The rage of emotion
Do leads to commotion
Be my standby advocate
In my control so delicate
The goat is in his prime, they think
Just two years left, he would become food
Let him drive crazily now and always
Till end strikes him down in green silence
And morn the memories of wanting peace
Post falls coming through
To get my logics subdue
You make sure it fails
Each time to my avails
The ball and his leg must have had a link
undetachable so strong but really rude
Getting those fans in thoughts amaze
And embrace them to have his condolence
Without being deceitful in calming tease
They are going downhill
For his destiny to fulfill
You've won the key, master
This is less a lot of disaster
We Chase till we fall many a time on the floor
Many hit their heads at the entrance door
Meanwhile, the exit door is closed
To make our chase well composed
Lest, like before; we run only in vain
The slippery grips
Makes ball strips
A lockdown stance
You alone; my chance
Cr7-- the unstoppable force on the pitch
Despite of age, the game keeps on to enrich
The enjoyment of the weekend day and night
As he is always ready to go home happy after the fight
And laugh for joy the three points be gain
Struggles are of blessings
When it leads goals' bearings
What time will wild lay mild?
That life will become my child.
But whenever I flog the goat and enjoy my food
He thinks of ransacking the hood
If there is any other hidden place
He is yet to explore or have no face
Or never come across at the moment
Everyday is to rejoice but jokes of adjustment
Where is the lane
To my food's fountain
The turnaround time
Let it be to its prime
Amen!
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