Truly Rare
Forming it’s round delicate spiral of never ending fear
Hold it! no more…possibility! I sense it will cure
Leave it to me, mournful thoughts of loathed
Endless thoughts but one break, and God’s perfect creature naked, the beast is clothed
How so fast, how so quick
Once so small, thin but fast and thick
The thoughts spill, let it run through the crack
Hear it spill, now faith they lack
What shall we do?! How must we move on?
Now that this creation is here, His Frankinstien-mad it had gone
Now Dear!, I have the solution
My fancy, to compose the resolution
I came to him, stated the case
My Cure-Destroy their race
Oh NO! How did not I know
He laughed at I, he said that I must grow!!
He said, So wrong but yet so right
How blind they can be with the use of sight
How lacking, sinful they are
But, yet they are my children and I like them just as the way they are
But Why?! I couldn’t see this obligation, as a mere memo of care
He said to I, My dear children, Sinful but pure, my adoring children they care, they are my apple, truly rare
Lex
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