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Peeking through the eyeglasses of the painters brush,
Rosy cheeks of the cherub faint in a blush.
Cheribum Carey's the Ark of the Covenant keep watch,
The tapestry of the warriors ancient collection in a search.
Jesus is the ultimate savior to lead the procession of Angels,
Seeking to protect His cherished visionary generations.
He is everything I'll ever need to be the General in His army,
Righteousness us woven in the robes of fated karma.
Furious at the nerve of idiotic strands if fate,
Whitener threads of the wedding polish the reception.
Not going to turn away from the prisms direction.
Rosy cheeks of the cherub faint in a blush.
Cheribum Carey's the Ark of the Covenant keep watch,
The tapestry of the warriors ancient collection in a search.
Jesus is the ultimate savior to lead the procession of Angels,
Seeking to protect His cherished visionary generations.
He is everything I'll ever need to be the General in His army,
Righteousness us woven in the robes of fated karma.
Furious at the nerve of idiotic strands if fate,
Whitener threads of the wedding polish the reception.
Not going to turn away from the prisms direction.
Published 3rd Oct 2019
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