The inverter has converted
How is it so
What was once not courted
Now on show
It's been recorded
What could happen next
The world now lorded
A bunch of defects
Whp can see reason
Why is it so
Is it just a season
Heaven knows
He shall lop their bow with terror
Their stature hewn down
The haughty shall be humbled
And He shall wear the crown.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 13th, 2024 02:43
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Sounds religious. Nice rhyme. Liked it
Pure religion and undefiled before God and the Father is this, To visit the fatherless and widows in their affliction, and to keep himself unspotted.
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