Spike me, To thy cross, I'll taketh thine twinge, I'll taketh thy sin's of loss!!! Tack me, For I'll take thy quills, I'll spill mine crour, For thou shalt be sutured to ourn abode in hidden tilth!!!
"Just a little while longer" It is written And though we stumble Trip and sometimes fall We are not wicked Only a little bit bent Misunderstood Confused and broken We weep and we hope Yet we stay loyal Because we know It is almost over
Tis comedic yes? How one can giveth their all for a material good, Yet canst giveth all thy soul to thy lover! For thy lover is not a material, Their ethereal, their imperial !!!