Sometimes wonder if my writing comes from the angels and God?
Not in a blasphemous way, the Holy Spirit flows through our bod!
Suncharged and ignited, words directly into Google Keep Notes,
Poets are on passing ships, please stop and see my word boats.
An amalgamation of wonders seems to be out of reach,
Work, taxes and death are not a tasty and eternal peach.
Trying to get to the epicentre, find out a meaning of all this,
Judas's are seemingly everywhere and giving a betrayer's kiss.
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
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