Triflin people everywhere Taking up space and our clean air Words coming outta der mouths like waste Listening to them is a disgrace Pathetic souls Shaped from the devil's mold of useless gold Trying to get a piece of me Im God's child and my soul can't be sold The devil is close by trying 2 wrap me in his lies offering his glory and fame But I rebuke him Taking the wicked words back from hence they came
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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