Wems Henry Temmy Psalm 78
Raise my butts voice to signal dismissal
In the congregation of adversaries to blow the night whistle
Raise my butts trumpet in its entirety
In order to grant grace unto genuine liberty
For You are my never failing stir--
The reliable and blindly open demur
Fit in my butts to sit down in peace
And relax in grace even in the face of tease
Fit in my butts to learn more of treasure
And fight beyond possiblity off pleasure
For You are my reason behind my mind's cage
Dating fun and scope's limitations to age
Set up for the next class at will my butts
To view no more from the angle of my nuts
Set up the classic raiding crusade for my buttocks
To sit not cowardly in the earth and heaven barracks
For You are the charges deposited in my ability
Before thee-- thou creepy and shady civility
In the midst of the past glory
Let my butts not sit in its story
In the light of troubling care
Let my butts learn of no fear
For You are my standing Warrior
Against life's irresistible barrier
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