Dear Lord i
By Steve
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dear Lord,
keep me away from the door of the Goddess,
seductive are her words...
she twists words and phrases
poor me poor me
an invalid FOT ( Fresh off the Truck).
Let me not enter her temple
and defile my holy Body,
show me O Lord the valley of Death,
let me be covered by Thine Holy Majesty.
Wicked is the Whirlled
Wicked and Unreal,
Cast me off from the World
and let me be, be, be.
How the world rages against me
likening me to a storm,
How the world hates me
as the world hated you.
Let me not play the Devil
but be myself,
let the Pope protect me
and all the archdiocese.
I pray for the suffering
and unkind
I pray pray pray.
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Praying's a great healer. It
Praying's a great healer. It's that point in your life when you say to yourself, 'I can't do this on my own.' It can be very empowering. At least that's been my experience.
Rich
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beautifullly worked poem
Very carefully done, I salute you!
maisie Guess what? I'm still alive!
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