The mark of the beast,
In the future will be released,
I will laugh when they try to make me cease,
If anything, it will be a swift release.
Angel wings, please grant me Seraphim's,
Safe passage unto Heaven's gates,
Now having less and less mates,
Does God already know our fates?
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Online) - Published: November 26th, 2024 03:32
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Comments3
We only need one mate.
Indeed.
If that guy stood on his head he would be dialling 999. lol.
Haha
Excellent write
Cheers!
You're welcome
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