I am spiritual, thus perhaps I belong to a different tribe than you.
What can man give in return for his life? His children?
One may first ask, whom is he giving his life too?
There are many standing outside desiring to see you
Perhaps best, tell them all to get lost
To the Lord bow down, thus may never come to realize their
wicked plot againstyou
Well TKO and fuck the priest, many already found no brightness
in all their rattling against you
Angels, breath of their nostrils. Breathed on them. White as snow
Thy presence, blast of the breath of thy nostrils
This is He whom it is written, nothing to be gained under the sun,
unless they break your breath
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Oh fk, how obscure, just could not help myself. Oh well, given
by windy knowledge.
I probably can't post this as a poem on my website, thus I will
what the heck does all that have to do with the question he asked?
just looking for a place to say that or what? the guy asked a dang
good question, that i'd also like to hear others answer. with their
brains, pls.
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