To write in a 'poem' that one is perfect
and worse yet, made that way by God
is to be guilty of arrogant disrespect
when it's yourself you praise and laud.
A humble person, who is mild and meek
would never pen something so absurd
and risk insulting God... His anger pique.
Such a person belongs in a swineherd.
It was only Jesus Christ, born of Mary,
God's begotten Son, the only perfect human.
Of one who contradicts that, be wary.
Such a person lacks humility and acumen.
A circle of monotomy is not to be confused with a whirlpòol of jeopardy because the amount of times a jester jumps creates a tale of excitment whilst perched on an atomic towel rail in dim lights. Accustomed to isnt aclimatised it is a pattern to behold and a norm to name. Yet who in wooden clothing would dare to approach, preach or ridicule the handwriting skills of a hard working academic serpent. But not at a beetle drive. Or a monday market. That is reservations only. Only origins orate opiniöns. Ha and ha swineherd clearing aerial clouds. Ha a beastly bread roll rolling. X x x x x decapitatiön z z z z.
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