His sweat turned into blood
His last days become too stony and story
His paces were aborted
His words were judged without an order
His friends turned into pharaohs
He was dragged into kangaroo docks
Convicted without witness
On his own nest justice was traversed
Brought to buy and benedict.
mundiah
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
His and theirs
Posted by mundiah at 8/26/2008 11:32:00 PM
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