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    so ilove my momma she puts up with so much dramma but her wisdom is so ill you would think she was the dallylama but im funna stun ya as i flow the beat without the drumma my life is on one sometime times it seems so fucked up son but i know one day there will be better days but  till then im fighting my self in sin as i spin towards the ablivion of self distrcution for your sake we are slaughtered as sheep to the slaughter one day ill have daughter and will bring her up to love god all of him in war and in peace never cease to seek his face for it will lead to eternal satisfaction in pleasing him as we strive to fight this never ending sin where should i begin at the end of start where i did impart to tallest tree at the highest mountain on biggest hill of the world i met this girl who blew my world and  sent me in a twirl to make way to please what i could not satisfy my burning desire to love a thing un loveable drove me insagne the paign unbarrable unmarritable blessing i could not inherrit were given to me to help surpase this trial peace which is long suferring sustianed me to a point of oblivion this i can barely mention without decention of things most sacred but thats life can anything stay untainted this is our world but it too will faid away and what then we should thank god for his amazing grace.

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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