Romans VII

 


It is an open cathedral; it never goes shut

six days and six days after matching all on, on the seventh day

the young and the old, men and chin, women and hips

the small in child with a noticeable appearance of cunt

each steps in accordance of uniformity

one mindset, two legs in groups of thousands.

 

Everyone was in haste on their hills

some in haste for the front, some for the best view

few to meet up in place for attendance

everyone with a desire to execute plans,

there seems to be a place that suit each desire

 

know the heart of man, all in the similitude of minds

there’s rows and lines, there be columns arranged in styles of standard

a place of beauty, an edifice to behold

making every mans clustered heart in assembles of unison

A boding symbol of Omen in oven.

 

To dwell in with people of hallway and massive compromise,

The way they’re suited and sited in their all woven clothes,

Its spills deceit in convenience of their comfort

Lines and lines in figures of saintly dome.

 

God be honored in all,

to dwell with men, who honors the sabbath to defile six days.

 

HAPPY SABBATH 


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