Short Rane Poems

Rane over me
As new fallen snows
And the power of Him
Like lust
Only grows

You can't stop
The hero
For all of his hype
And heaven dust crowns
Mister Jones at his height

The peak of my measure
Sweet Jesus in vein
A habit I practice
Must end in due pain

Trudging in tar
Made it too hard to walk
But galloping horses
Encircle my block

Can Judas save me?
Too floating to tell
How long will it last?
My brother from hell...

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