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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