Our nada who art in nada,
Vivid in the minds
Of so called believers,
I've built this small life
Off the toil of these ragged hands
And the pain
Of a crooked spine
Yet I'm told
You're the one
To thank
Blessings
Blessings
But I've never asked
Blessings
Belittling this work I've done
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 11:06 PM UTC
Our nada who art in nada,
Vivid in the minds
Of so called believers,
I've built this small life
Off the toil of these ragged hands
And the pain
Of a crooked spine
Yet I'm told
You're the one
To thank
Blessings
Blessings
But I've never asked
Blessings
Belittling this work I've done
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