Salute
8-17-16
I rest my cause
Don't lay a leaf on me
In silent midnight still
As prayer O, indictment
Our formal accusation and malarkey
Making perfect sense
We are left at Athens when we could no longer forbear
So we send Timotheus for this making
Of rue and of weal and gradation
I'd like to have just one hour without interruption
And breaks are part of life by the camouflage of the chameleon undetected
By those of authority for malarkey ordained to the sacerdotal
And a long walk home
Destitute of the Spirit
For malarkey.....
On First Thessalonians 4:11
8-18-16
Ears filled with adulterous methods
Woke up short of breath
I wait for my coughing fit to subside
To be counted worthy of the kingdom
For which ye also suffer
Sacerdotal and pastoral officers
Study to be quiet at least till seven
So many false teachers real as well
Not work, not eat
Be not weary in well doing
Pastoral and sacerdotal
The ministry is on fire
A brother comes out prepared with a pillow
To sit on our wet bench
For which we also suffer
Study to be quiet and do your own business....
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