Best Tenderized Poems

As the tenderizing tenderloin rub his meat.
The antibiotics circulated through his veins 
ran down beneath his feet. The taste is off 
but memorizing my mouth, as I swallow his 
flavors I began to have doubts.

Marinating over night with different flavors, 
as he leaves the fridge...

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It’s not that I am not afraid,
It’s just that I am not scared
We shall not overcome…

For the liberated sufferer
Knows that God defeats all evil:
Consummating victory… 
And the only thing to be
Afraid of is that it may not be
Realized that there is no victory
Independent of faithful...

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