Proliferating piddle for pilfering people
Might be fun at first
Drudging deliriously to dudgeon depths
Is piddle at its worst
Fervently fearful we furiously fire
At every other stone
Gutting, grudging, the gluttonous guilt
Of everyone's but our own
But boisterously baffling, unbelievable bells
Ring at a resting tomb
Lyrically lighting, lifting, not lying
The cross became our womb
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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