Justifying Grace.

Well let us all see the realty of this belief.

This did get them that and those got this.

One two and three they all lay in my bliss.

Corrected or wronged you are but a thief.

I call you only to fold your hand to my chief.

Throwing darts in the night I blow this kiss.

Bulls eye Geronimo in the winds you do piss.

I tell you and I tell you now I make it so brief.

You have faltered upon my plans.

A kingdom here a kingdom there,

Bunched in twos I see new clans.

Oh my they swarm inside my air.

So be it to this and so be it to those being of your so called laws.

Here I am and I am standing with every bit of my probable cause.

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  • Nadir on Mar 1, 2009

    Different…!

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