Absolution
Yea, thou cometh before me once too oft’.
For I am charged to cast thee in Bridewell.
Thy audience pleases with voice so soft;
Shall I divide the child to make all well?
Lest thou enamor me I have no choice,
'Tis not I but my throne has been defiled.
Whereby thy pleas so come in softend voice,
And black begets white as mouths spew wild.
Thy ‘sblood in kine hast bid me prevalence;
The road to hell, paved with good intentions,
To wit; thou spakest thy benevolence.
Thou seekest grace of my interventions,
Yet umbrage admits to God's lower world.
I shall thole thy thistles with love unfurled.























Peace and Love


this is wonderful! and the story behind it really jumps out at you...This has winner wrote all over it










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