Epistle To My Initiator Poem by Miguel Monte

Trees are decent
But my heart is ghoulish as fleapit
Your sun is so bright
Like Skeletons will are bare

Oh, creator, I shall cast regard to one`s national
As you formalize in your slogan
May you be done?
As well in my heart and soul

Prosper the immoral
I may be virtuous in my injustice
Yet my heart shook every honor time
For thy face, I am weak at my knees

Lord, waves for virtues
In time, your tremendous is for being
As we are non-faultless
My heart praising love upon your urgency

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