Heavenly father, who art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy name.
Bless the girls,
With skirts pulled high.
And the lonely boys,
Between their thighs.
Bless the mother,
Who bleeds her daughter.
And the nameless sons,
Which You slaughter.
Bless the man,
Who hurts another.
And the sister,
Who hates the brother.
Bless the babies,
Who never draw breath.
And the widows,
Who are marred by death.
Bless the children,
Who throw the stones.
And the innocent,
With broken bones.
Bless the maidens,
Who work under covers.
And my handful,
Of conceited lovers.
Pray for the broken,
The downtrodden and meek.
Pray for the filthy,
The confused and the weak.
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil.
Amen.












Comments
It has an olden feel to it, when everyone was bound to God.
I can relate a little as well, due to my grandad.
Good Job fo' sure.
Favourite.
good job.
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Is there any
Greater disgrace for a poet than to
Extend his meaning beyond anything
That he ever could possibly say?
~ The smile passed on By Mahakasyapa
~ from sad to bad to slightly mad ~
lmao.
Good job deary.
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Peace.
mattGRAVE.
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There Really Is Only One!
I'm glad you love it so, thankyou =]
And many thanks and infectious diseases.
And the lord said, let there be light!
Thanks Mattipants.
But it wasn't a reference to you chickenlittle =]
Thanks for reading.
i lyk references to me..
(yes yes, im still conceited, jus a lil bit
i was bored of study.. lol
-Bass
P.S. afta tomoro im free!!!
No MORE SKOOL!
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