Wind and Fire

Wind and Fire Oh my Lord what have I done. Maketh the pain go away holding hands with vista pleasure beyond my expression I am punished for living dead with needle and thread is it so bad? Let me live.. the last few days of life. This time of your losing your place is due at the altar dear! My how can you see it..can't: think! Come, take me hot top off bosom displayed at a ginger spot going on with my new hymn. Lie sweet mother lie down for the guilty who stole your money and heart dead now. Like last hearth fizzling out timber rotting and smoking in the way roll up the window will open your eyes looking at me? What do you want hey? My soul? Death comes naturally I find. He waits patiently until next time perfect for me darling I love you. Amen Christmas Contest