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So Is His Praise
11-29-17

Waging this temporal battle
I am destined to have victory
In a note in my hand
I just read gaining power over cities
Kicking corporate arse
As grass is turning black
Way out in the wilderness
As to labor continually
For brain freeze chugging my milk
While it's still good
Exceedingly sore seven gales
Blowing us all away
O, comeliness be thou my companion
Of Spirit
Charging for a mild depression
Next to what could come to be
Down another slippery slope
Come one lone shadow
As the history books tell it
And so is His praise...