Sunday, April 4, 2010

easter poem

find the right ideas before your dead
believe them fully to save your head
a slight misstep torment awaits
for the right path the pearly gaits
the designer sit up on high
keeping tabs on beliefs, who is this guy?
all this fuss and to what end
don't dare remark its all pretend
its not supposed to make any sense
so quick believe and for your sins repent

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