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I looked under a rock
And there God was...
God had nothing on his head
But a crown of thorns..
No rocks in his hands...
Jesus winced...
As the crowd chanted
Let's crucify him!
Anywho
They did
Foe his own good!
And I know
The bed you make...
Is the one you sleep in.
God, it is what it is
For those with ears to hear..
Please,
Leave me alone.
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Nothing Lasts But Nothing is lost
Last edited by Nowayout : 14-09-2021 at 02:37 AM.
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