Recount His Worthies
2-16-16
Even their memory is perished
For cold brains
Sniffing glue for winter rains of the real me
That lieth in you
There is one that come out of thee
Affliction won't rise up a second time
I break his yoke from off thee
Come praise for victory over foes
Yes the dung list God already knows
A drop of rain falls on my bible page
All for Bethany and Beth-Phage
For the needy will not always be forgotten
O, enemy destructions are finished for the time being
Gates of rivers be opened
Confound those advertisements
As Huzzab be led away captive
Stay on task following another divers washing
O, recount his worthies.....
Ode From Seatle's Best
2-16-16
At the chime of ten
I come to realize the event of the full moon next week
Giving it everything we've got
With the pen not to hate
Not too soon she tells me
I'm free to think this way
It's all in your mind
And I want it to be you
The shield of mighty men is made red
The devil up your sleeve
But the Lord shall endure forever
That I may tell all of your praise
O Muthlabben
We pay it crystal clear
In the face of circumstance
I will not fear but love
Those hear, O priests
And hearken O, house
For Jesus the groom
And we as the spouse
And revolters are profane to make peace
O, praise for victory with our friends....
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