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To every
glory
story,
shame
there's
behind
the curtain's
fame.
Heb.12:2
Empty to this earth
came we,
so shall we
depart.
God hath enemies,
Devil cronies;
Evil's beloved,
Good's disapproved
Of.
Like machinery with use,
Life by time depreciates
Towards eternity.
His remains were borne away to the cementry
And were interred in a "G" marked grave finally,
Having led he a life of wine, women and
Song. He was therefore committed to the land
Of no returning more, who on this shore was
The philanderers' prince, using his john thomas
To make lucre off ladies libido--a ******.
For he knew how to set their body whole aglow
And ensured their ******, playing the field as
A merchant of amour in the Sin City of Las
Vegas and had a great liking for cards--
When easying up his muscles--and  for billiards.
He's a 6'4 and broad-chested feller; chunky
Enough for that **** business. A bloke beefy!
When eventually you heave that sigh
Of eternity out as thy soul (sink) high
Or (fly) below to Doom or Paradise
And thine transformed body is in a trice
Seen standing amidst a certain company--
There and then, be no remedy to a destiny.
Not upon the
countenance
shown;
in utterance
and deed
known.
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