Wems Henry Temmy Psalm 70
The two boldly open passages
Below the frank eyesight
Smelling the dull and bright packages
Of things to bring delight
What a shame!
This human organ can't smell intent
To view heart's game
Which is buried and doesn't dissent
In the morning when eyes can read
The language of heart
To at least rent mind caution legs lead
Embracing not only the art
But also the themes
To understanding the subject matter perfectly
For mind in its creams
To get well rounded and nullify abruptly
Like the Barber that barb for apárí
Onígbàjámò that dress dàda
That no hairdresser dare loose its àsírí
As no barber dare cover kódáa
In the afternoon
When clarity is setting out
For the cool moon
To take care of blackout
Train my nose to loose mask
Of deceitful smell
Drawing my view to lost and bask
What passions compel
A military man to never be afraid
But at war be able
Even when it seems triumph lacks aid
How real later cum fable
In the night
When able eyes open blind
Useless is sight
When tightly closed is mind
Train my nozzle to purge ears
Of all word roasts
In the light of troubling staged cheers
Which coup toasts
No doubt, I will miss the joy
It brings so empty
Playing with off mind like toy
Used without acuity
I wouldn't mind to cry
For forgiveness is never deserved
Unless heart is wry
Then, revenge becomes conserved
No law; no war
No law; no need to double check
Law hardly restore
Forgiveness gets fights wreck
I wouldn't mind to cry
For forgiveness is never deserved
Unless heart is wry
Then, revenge becomes conserved
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