The day I shall bore this egg
along my will, beside my Witt,
With dreams to **** or more .
A sway I can't ignore
Born and be reborn like Christ
Around my faith, all that await.
Life is a deadly gift
I am a living rift
With my surplus goals and desire.
Nor those vain glories to acquire,
Zeal above my will, debase me still
Please write down my will.
Nov 12, 2024
Nov 12, 2024 at 4:21 AM UTC
The day I shall bore this egg
along my will, beside my Witt,
With dreams to **** or more .
A sway I can't ignore
Born and be reborn like Christ
Around my faith, all that await.
Life is a deadly gift
I am a living rift
With my surplus goals and desire.
Nor those vain glories to acquire,
Zeal above my will, debase me still
Please write down my will.
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