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Misery Loves Company
Why dethrone thy king and remove my crown?/ Don't misplace my royal because it was God given as fate soul sound!/ It seems they'd want me to be fool, have no rule—yet obey their rules and not astound.
Try to disgrace this king and I groove to paw pound!/ Disrupt my grace on royal soil and thy hand wraths with God given precision to clear the slate till victory is found,/ Jewels bind my seams so I am lavish to be in paradise's pool—longgg reigning my rule, obeying God's rules as the assail of hater shells will not down to hound so I drown!
[drawing of dog paw print]
11/6/01 Wim. Irving
Makeover
Down time's chime and frown but God can derail woes wound and do away with the downs/ Taint not a town and to true faith toast drinks around./ By God's words thy soul is sound and acts with deeds you'll be well ground/ Let His love wrap around and sure joy will be found/ As the sun begins to come around—cherish the blessings by the pound!/ God in all ways astounds so all accomplishments are because of "He"—as He's decided to disrupt the frown!
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