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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.
I have seen flagsRaised in bordersI have seen tapesEncroaching lines… The words I heardCarried by winds Came in varied In tones and tongues… I have…
Heaven may see through my corrupt thoughtsAnd the point where my conscience got burnt...Until it sees a beauty with grace and eleganceMaking a statement; fall…
Staring at an infancyI could smell her fantasiesAnd wonders of her dreams,Walking through the autumn leaves. With innocence at its peakBelly laughing, at a trickWhen…
Before the mouth produces a sound Before the tongue would even be heard I provided details of such nativity… To tradition; I was its nitty…
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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