Give us of this day, no daily bread
And I shall not shell
Nor seek the Lordings counter of me
Hail Mary full of grace
The Lord is kind with thee
And

In my Job
An old reflection
Of when I wasn't to go
And in my way
Another Job
And her revelation
I unfold

Knowing testament
Is testimony
Job I begin

A good portions snake my dear
A heavenly mistake in their cause
Rhonna a parasol
No grievance to the minds eye
She wells in Wednesday

Canopy of strings she wields
Conflicted showers in moss graves of spite
Gentle anklet I spin beside your heel
Cherish naught your french mew