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 UpPDraft

UpPDraft
poem,summer
Swing low sweet chariot means he hopes the ride is coming down to get him from the grounded. Up to the Heavens. Pearly Gates. Deeds of men fall short. Never count on outside help at all. There is one who did the only deed worth Heaven. Jesus is your UpPDraft.  Martin Luthor CharlaX has nothing to offer GOD but a belief in his SON. He died for me. He hung his body broken on that bloody wooden thing. Its now all thats saving me. I carried a replicated version hung on a chain around my gullet. My belly distended with all them cheap afforded. May as well have been the Pink Champagne and mullet. NOt certain now but then when would have been a rich man could have made a fortune and spent it all on fish and drinking. WHen GOd asks me someday what do YOU CharlaX have to say for your self THIS time. Eye am prepared to say JESUS. JESUS. JESUS. This will be mye final UpPDraft.


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