Employer of Glory

Symploce of the Glory

Let him water the thirsty in knowledge kids
That is to count his desire for education.

Let him feed the poor unemployeers
And then you may estimate his righteous heart.

Let him support the raped women
That’s a secure way to confirm his justice.

Let him stand by the innocent victims of inequity
Then you would realize his sense for right.

Let him comfort the elders in words & staff
And that would be a strong evidence for care.

Don’t never ever let him pursuit glory
Cause that the brake of all merits,
The bloody weight of all benefits
The thorn in the embrace of goodwill
The dark side of a promise idea
It’s as insect in wings of a white dove.

Ballad for a hooker

I met you in a bordello
And you came to be the mother of my children.

I cannot see you off my world apart
You were a slut
You are a saint
You are part of my heart.

My convicted heart
Stays beneath you
All the way through your conversion
And you came to be mother of my children.

I cannot see you off my world apart
You are a saint
You are a saint
I wanted be your son.

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