Donkey

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He's ridin on a donkey!

 

Who'd ride that honkey?

 

Ain't he comin with silver for gold?

 

Cast it to the potter 

 

So I am told..

 

I broke my staff 

 

Beauty and bands

 

Your not gunna feed em?

 

My covenant was broken. 

 

The poor that waited will understand 

 

It was the hand of the Lord 

 

Cleansing the land.

 

What was the offer?

 

Thirty pieces-

 

I through them to the potter..

 

A princely sum if I may be so bold

 

So it is

 

We have been sold..

 

The brotherhoods broken 

 

Foolish shall be 

 

When his voice calls 

 

From the highest degree...

 

Everyman will eat the flesh of another..

 

A foolish shepherd..

 

What's for supper?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 12th, 2024 02:05
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • orchidee

    A prayer book had a typo - what is a 'convenant'?! Spell-checker don't like it. lol.

    • 2781

      Isn't that where they keep the little girls?

    • Thomas W Case

      Tongue and cheek and powerful.

      • 2781

        I love you Thomas.



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