I hear this and that
all is wrong
love is deserted
as happiness already feels lonely
existence has gone to a mess
only Venom is spat
sticky its sounds
togetherness a rememberable history
wars and woos live
then they sing this and that
yet all those they causers
only this or that
are heard
tongues sweet like sugar
in a garden so large
they plan cultivate so early
a single tasteless fruit is born at the end
the flavoured seeds will be More
birds would have picked a few unwanted seedlings
the rest only God could tell
for wars and woos remain recurring
greedy is the perfect definition
yet they said say this or that
Tong tong tong
/ there goes the church bell
/ on white must we dress
/ no. leave out that bottle
/ put off the ciga
/ Western must be holy
/ for that blessing is our cry
/ to the church we hurry
/
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/ Halelu...halelu...ya
/ praise the Lord today you are worth
/ there are behind
/ we did not know it's Sunday sign in to read more »
2017-09-04
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