Raising Dusts
Their evil deeds know no bounds
Even when you dance on water
Which in itself is a miracle
They will say you are raising dusts!
At dawn they will say it's dusk
Their hearts conjure evil with ease
Nothing impresses them
Except the ogre of sadism
Shaking tables
have become their pastimes
Drinking the blood of the innocent
Eating the flesh of the meek.
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Raising Dusts
e.r.offor
emeofor@yahoo.co.uk
There are three things that limit a man:
The ground on which he stands
The thoughts of his mind
And the strength of his character!
emeofor@yahoo.co.uk
There are three things that limit a man:
The ground on which he stands
The thoughts of his mind
And the strength of his character!
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