…….Is it really prayers, prayers, or back up in the trees; do Hebrew wanna bees dictate what it means to be apart of humanities; did man influence the pray-mantis and baboon manners, we’re not that good of planners, still don’t know what to put on our own platters, sitting at home while our ass get’n fatter, can’t even moon right, the baboon’s moon is the baddest, we even stole the raccoon’s mask, we the saddest. No, it would appear God has left his mark on all that is, now stand on a mountain top as you peer into space, and think just how far that is.
- Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 7th, 2024 11:00
- Category: Unclassified
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