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Ears in heaven cherishes a singer
Choir’s musicals she gives a soul
She is a wish heaven loves to make.
I heard she dresses like a striper
Displaying her hot cameltoe
Making tonnes to gather at lake.
Her dress sense makes the sun hotter
In black and blue, she lost a role
Suspended from church for burnt bakes.
Yet in her flaws she is better
Than the people I used to know
Going around as a preacher.
Verse I The gods are wise; they say Purple blood is a name, Running in thrones; not nays… It is always fatal When a bloody…
From the rocks of all ages, I can not distinguish Parent birds and offsprings New blood always become Everything genes speak of But how do…
Million candles burnt To realize a dream I was the best there was And I knocked giants down Back in school days. They really craved…
It was a quiet night Under the Starlights I sat and admired The way the sky shone From a distant mile… Came a friendly breeze…
Irony 🤣, and she’s a saint of her own soul better than the pretenders
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Exactly. Guess why they say, don’t judge a book by its cover.
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Exactly
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Happy birthday to you ma
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thanks Vinz, i appreciate
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Magnificent
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Thank you
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“Suspended from church for burnt bakes”. 🤣Meanwhile, most of them get their bakes burnt now and then. But who will judge their bakes?
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God only should have. For if stones were to be thrown by saints onto sinners no man would ever cast one.
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