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Spilt Milk?
I solemnly, sincerely, solely and
soul-ly retract every worded
statement I have written here, or
anywhere else,
If it, for one second, disheveles with
the ideas of a mind committed to
God, Almighty.
Sometimes I write broken thoughts
in order to mend them.
Sometimes I write out of spite
Sometimes jealousy, wrath or envy
So take not my writings to heart.
At best; I have barely sipped from
the Ocean of Knowledge.
Think your thoughts. And don't base
then on mine.
No man is an island but we all die
alone.
To you, yours. To me, mine.
Good luck walking down your path. May you, in your wanderings, find the narrow gates of heaven
soul-ly retract every worded
statement I have written here, or
anywhere else,
If it, for one second, disheveles with
the ideas of a mind committed to
God, Almighty.
Sometimes I write broken thoughts
in order to mend them.
Sometimes I write out of spite
Sometimes jealousy, wrath or envy
So take not my writings to heart.
At best; I have barely sipped from
the Ocean of Knowledge.
Think your thoughts. And don't base
then on mine.
No man is an island but we all die
alone.
To you, yours. To me, mine.
Good luck walking down your path. May you, in your wanderings, find the narrow gates of heaven
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