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2d
The prophets' words are lost and torn,
from a black bible that's badly worn,
and the sincerity of a martyr reborn
coming to **** millions with his sword
is lost to a football crowd that roars
and the testament in a bottle washed ashore,
lost to phone fiddling and ****-hub ******,
Words lost to time that were ever swore.
This is not a poem of blasphemy , if anything, I wish it was the opposite I had written.
Ryan Geoffrey Hayward
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Ryan Geoffrey Hayward  47/M/Oz
(47/M/Oz)   
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