Wednesday, January 11, 2012


A whale riding prophet brings the great city life.
A three day redemptive walk by the seaside.
You repent but not for long.
A prophet nicknamed comforter speaks upcoming doom.
You don't know your right hand from your left.
If allowed to keep going how much will you murder your own self?
You lie, then believe your own lies.
You love your lies.
What is truth?
Feed on the poor, trying to become fat.
No one weeps at your fall.
You did not weep when you were the cause of many to fall.
My, how the mighty have fallen.

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