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let me live Jul 2019
I recollect...
I remember when times were smooth and people were less uncouth.
Redemption was never on my mind,
But I pray to God that he binds me,

Times like this are scattered like wild crickets.
But i’m focused on my own,
As I cultivate the nine fruits of God,
Love, Joy kindness,goodness,faithfulness,peace, patience , grace and self control,
For man is nothing without these
Steer the heart to love
So the Elohim may remember you as one
of his children.
Go back in time pain nostalgia kid
the deity was a ******* up minor god*
his band of fans saw not the faker ***
of a deceptive trait he did so show
some were blind to looking at the real bloke
others more insightful thought he a joke
true believers weren't indoctrinated
they knew shams could be invalidated
never did he possess the divine glow
why praise the charlatan's counterfeit guff
of it there would be a perennial bluff
his godhead image did dupe the unwise
for these disciples were so unsighted
of him they'd be lastingly blighted
*a pretender until his very demise

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