Wems Henry Temmy Psalm 7
How long will you and I murmur
For a bowl with no water before guest
Unto our Creator though a termer
Placed for the purpose of a basin
Before and after quenching a recurrent stomach's quest
Get hands in and out for feed so hasten
Amongst thoughts a light beep beep beep
Of trash jaws which rush words so deep
Let your eyes be off
Have mercy on us, father
We are still mortal
John will not side his heart when not given chance
Game is not over but his mind has started yelling
The one he woos for quite long make him live in trance
That in the dream, thoughts of him are helling
For her sake though he has no better plan
Yet he couldn't stop acting a serious fan
But it wasn’t until he was forty-two
That he skipped such act; coming true
Fill our hearts with laugh
Let mercy cast off bother
Dear Being- immortal
Janet stoops so high with hope in mind to be the one
Formations are lined up to match into his head
Whenever she thinks of him, she sees them having fun
Though she finds it difficult to be on his bed
And whenever she tries to try out her luck
Traditional heritage makes her trial thunderstruck
It gets to a point where she can’t try again
Not even anymore and consider herself a grown-up to bathe in the rain
Let your eyes be off
Have mercy on us, father
We are still mortal
We get buried under tents in cemeteries
By senseless talks, reasoning been sent off, throwing roses into a hole
Running those lazy lips and saliva briefing commentaries
The giant stuffed setback you never wanted and lament by soul
Is bound to occur, so stop this WHY ME attitude
Overshadowed counting blessings in pure gratitude
Nobody loves like You truly do
Your thoughts to us are rain not dew
Fill our hearts with laugh
Let mercy cast off bother
Dear Being- immortal
Those nights splayed like open books
Hooking soggy pillows at humid peace
Silently until the next morning riot
Unlike the days splattered joyous looks
Letting closed-open eyes dream to sublease
Minute after minute hiring different diet
Life is beautiful as You designed its balance
Nature is carnal as it keeps seeking quality in abundance
Let your eyes be off
Have mercy on us, father
We are still mortal
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