jeffarama andy nicholson stella jones steve mellor (Remove filter)
Bible Bashing
His deeds fortold her future.
His absence etched upon her soul,
His genes that were her makeup
were a mystery to unfold.
His life acting out his mothers belief,
On a mission to impossible
Living inside the words of the 'pious book'
A martyr to the incredible.....
Every night on bended knee,
Repenting all his sins......
He'd remorsely ask forgiveness...
Saturday 28th April 2012 2:13 pm
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