Tuesday, 6 July 2021

Great Tribulation 

It is a common brow thy eyes see, broad as the view from thou’ dignitary, highest on perch, morality o’ thy cruel, obscene in ones ostentatiousness rule

A penny, farthing, a shackle or three, taketh thy journey to the whispering tree, sensor sensibility, ridicule thy house, wear a shield on a fashionable blouse a high clad odour for a stench of a louse

Sword in hand, spread thy word, take it to the many innocent unheard, speak through and on till’ the time you depart, eternally pleased that you made a fond start, a love shared true, straight from the heart. 


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