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But when the king came in to look at the guests, He saw there a man who had no wedding garment…Matthew 22:11-12
I hate fish, I hate chicken, I hate cow
A strong sequence of reproductive now,
So it aint wrong as one might say,
To die a death for many to pay,
Few are chosen to let have what u think,
To be sincere, to be in pink,
Just as I have one to grow on,
Dare to glare my eye sick solo,
What I let for a tune to succeed,
How I manage my kid in need,
That’s reaching luv in days,
As school lets out the Nubian race,
How tempting that u couldn’t wait,
On this sweet side we meet face to face,
Changes I crept in,
Backroom my sleep went,
Outside noticing the piece of booty,
Checking out consciences in stubs of looting,
Stubborn vernacular thinking heavens wont open minded guest of the parts that are missing,
Making parts to her fair of bending and twisting,
Machine gun collage of all her antidotes,
Punching the clock,
Tearing the walls,
Drowning the block as the minister hopes,
I pray for U these last few days,
Dressing according to reason what there is to pay.
