I play Jurassic Park and shoot at raptors,
Be wary of your actions, cause it all matters.
Flipping over months on a Deadpool calendar,
Revelation times, waiting for the rapture,
Pancakes all gone, discarded my spatula,
Keep exercising so I don't get fatter,
The mind must remain consistently strong,
Created an island for my thoughts, Hong Kong.
Genuine people are like a good crop in a drought,
Hard to find and pull them sacred souls right out.
Don't let evil wear you down,
We're kings, show the golden crown.
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Good write SC. Near the end of the poem: It's why wheat and weeds in Jesus' parable both grow together until harvest. We can't risk rooting up the bad weeds yet, as we might root up some good wheat in the process.
Well said.
Excellent write
Cheers!
You're welcome
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