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undying rest                                                   4/7/2011

Traveling in foreign whips on foreign ships
tying up threesomes with two thumbs,
tongues numb;

succumbing to different religious doctrines
trying to avoid sin;

tatted up so folks say I'm defiling my temple;

life is simple,
what ever happened to calm waters without ripples;


questions continue to ponder and wander around
360degrees of funk;

viewing typhoons in June over land in Sudan;

washed in the blood of the Nile
without swag or style,
grinning with a wide smile because God is great,
granting a born again sinner rebirth's life;

stressless, never restless,
even though police constantly search for stems and seeds
to arrest this;

temples and rituals protecting a righteous vessel
as we journey overseas minus disease;

life and nature,
mother and father blessed and the son is the one experiencing the
fruits of their undying rest


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undying rest 4/7/2011

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