Be it big
Be it small
By His hand
He created all,
Let no degenerate
Draw you into her dark
Do not be drawn in
By her whim or lark,
If you believe her lie
Prepare for the abyss
Then bend over and
Give your butt one last kiss.
Pauls thorn, His pain
So humble he would be
My thorn, my pain
Is the cancer inside of me.
Like Paul I will endure
Like Paul Gods grace
Is sufficient for me so
I can go to a better place.
JJSweets 25Jan20 13:23 hrs
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