……Police sirens in the distance, cause he has no clothes, with scrotum hanging, your doorbell he’ll soon be ringing, cause he’s walking in the path of Jesus, so drink your kool aide, it’s high grade, made from cascades, from the Everglades; I drunk mines, it was like wine, that’s why I feel fine and hot at the same time, get rid of clothes I suppose, is what god must be telling him, he done forgot that stuff the pastor was telling him; stay clean for what, that’s right you smelling him, wide eyed, he yells out deodorant is mockery, your Bible was interpreted improperly and sloppily, so whatever you’re doing, stop it’s me, look at me, I didn’t have surgery, and satan never heard of me, that’s why he doesn’t know to purge for me, my name doesn’t appear in the list of clergies, cause I didn’t commit perjuries, that’s why you don’t notice me! I’m trying to save your life before they murder me!
- Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 5th, 2023 08:27
- Category: Unclassified
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