A bone of my bones
Is the sile of all.
Do not plot her fall
Because she is harder than stones.
Waketh her in the dead of night,
When all flesh is reposing.
Defies all that's opposing,
To make things right.
When all flesh is reposing.
Defies all that's opposing,
To make things right.
Deep within is her love
Like a chicken and her chicks.
For the meaning of life is beyond gimmicks
Her's like that of a dove.
Like a chicken and her chicks.
For the meaning of life is beyond gimmicks
Her's like that of a dove.
Pains of the mean-wrists are her trouble.
With sealed lips, and a bruised face,
Narrates her jettisoned space
Where her enemies bubble.
With sealed lips, and a bruised face,
Narrates her jettisoned space
Where her enemies bubble.
Who's listening? Act!
Who's fisting? Stop!
'Cause she's our shop,
Where all comfort is stacked.
Who's fisting? Stop!
'Cause she's our shop,
Where all comfort is stacked.
SonguTerver '17
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