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Jul 2019
Stick out your chests
and wet your serpentine tongues
block your holes in hard cements for ever
tar me black and erase my life with your evils
if Adam had said NO we would not be in this sinning pit
God is just and fair, loving and pure
but in arrogance, deafness and willful disobedience
its always your call to cut, draw and quarter as you like
thus from first days you did the wrong and drew him in
though gifted mothers of life and blessed halves of the other
the snakes of you lives and reigns wherever it can still hissing evil
I troubled none, only stood for righteous gains and protecting mines
If this be wrong, let my God be the judge, to Him I  answer to not you
you are not my gods, you will never be and to you I will not fear
Do your worst, wreck me and ruin my life, come **** me if you like
you are fowl gods of untruths, darkness, miseries, pain n destruction'
depart,  go languish in your darkened holes, give them to your slaves
With my truths and my Shinning Light I am whole with my TRUE GOD
Yenson
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Yenson  M/London
(M/London)   
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