Get ready to meet your maker,
Wrestling in the dark like The Undertaker.
Satanic symbols flash through on TV,
Always remember to protect your own spiritual energy,
Praying for me is necessary.
The bad finally facing righteous repercussions?
At the same time as children play fighting with couch cushions?
God riddance is what I call it when opposing forces collide,
Which one he will decide, survived and never died?
Thankful to be left standing proud and alive,
For the evildoers - there will be nowhere left to hide.
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: February 26th, 2024 02:49
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Comments1
Ouch! That cushion hurt. I will hit you with my handbag now. It's got a brick in it! lol.
Lol.
Or hit you with my feather duster!
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