Bad "big boy" bare bard
Backbiter bacterial
Babbler backslides
Reclined under the shade of a snag tree,
A babbler piqued my curiosity.
Staggered by the companionship, initially.
Then pleased.
I discerned a lamenting warble...
The massif offered commiserations to him,
With an echo.
A lorikeet adjoined him, ensuingly
And, she twittered a novel...
Which was beyond my comprehension.
Nefarious humans are certainly not shaped,
To perceive this heavenly beauty.
His agonised warble was altered;
Now sings a euphonious trill.
Fare-thee-well, they exclaimed to the departing sun.
Much obliged, sings the song of love.
In the impatient
audience...
was only
listened
any word,
when nobody
babbler
spoke...!
I will like the brook Jesus is Lord giving life streams of endless Love
the babbler (trying their hardest to
convince themselves of what they
claim to believe in public)
saying to one who does not feel
that there is anything beyond this
momentary pubic hair of existence
that “there has to be something more” &
that “there has to be something
mysterious” & “that there has to be
something greater” & then directly
following that truckload of fallacious
statements by informing your
conversational pal that “it” speaks to
you personally on a daily basis, that
its plans have been all laid out in a work
of fiction written a couple thousand
years ago & that it has created a
permanent place for you forever
where you need never question
anything or fear being harmed.
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