BOW YOUR HEAD
Stall out
Sputter next
For I for most am too complex
A puzzle made from missing pieces
Do you believe I'm your personal Jesus
Bow your head
Pray with tears
Drop away erase some years
My hand of flesh can hold such ease
Deducting Down your concocted disease
Bless you my foe
That breeze was your
Woe
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