Centipede, by George Chow Subscribe to rss feed for George Chow
Posted: 2014-05-28 03:58:48 UTC
After ode to newtestment bible.
My sins become a centipede,
ready to show how chronicle all these years' believe.
All that Holy spirit' Judgement to my anxiety,
and the impatient matter from illusions and mares.
It crawls magnificently to a hell it testify another truth.
All that Luke 20 to 23 was great obidient,
But the Rome 6 made clear not lent Sins of body desires.
For hopeing the rest is dead and useful.
Instead it sleeks,
Certainly its an ancient medicine,
or better fertilizes the land.

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