If only the internet was filled with something clean.  ******* has corrupted men minds, from the things that's seen.
******* has taken over our internet with corruption, from beginning to the end.  The men, women and children, what they are doing is sin.
You can find the lesbians, you can find the gays, doing everything against their bodies, and against what God has to say.
I pray that God want rain down brimstone and fire.  He certainly did it to the people of ***** and Gomorrah.
By, Author & Poet, Sandra Juanita Nailing

Leaders have turned a deaf ear, to the women who are getting *****.  They do not want to ruin their Institution's name, to become tarnished, therefore they think the women Stories are fake.
Even the women are being *****, in the Military.  Once the Officers go to Court, the Judge's sentencing is totally contrary.
Will there ever be justice, on behalf of women bodies?  While men go on their merry way like Santa Claus, constantly out to feel jolly.
By, Author & Poet, Sandra Juanita Nailing

So many people have lost their lives, because of drinking for fun.  Where are the people who really over did it, when you look, there are none?
So many people have lost their lives, because poison was slipped into their drinks.  Only if they knew it would happen, they would have used their minds to think.
So many people have lost their lives, because of drinking while drunk.  Their cars were fully totaled, all that were left were junk.
So many people have lost their lives, after drinking they suddenly past out.  If only they remained sober, they still would be living, this I have no doubt.
So many people have lost their lives, having fun were for the wrong reason. Now they will no longer be around, to enjoy every Season.
By, Author & Poet, Sandra Juanita Nailing

It's good to wrap up in a blanket, all nice and warm.   I can feel the love that soothes my heart, like a healing balm.
It's good to wrap up in a blanket, to cover every spot.  Love was put into making it, I'll be sure to cherish it a lot.
It's good to wrap up in a blanket made with tender hands.  Love flows from every inch, allowing me to stand.
It's good to wrap up in a blanket, sent from God above.  He has covered me in his arms, wrapped in nothing but love.
I am well covered; I have no need to fret.  I will show my gratitude, refusing to get upset.
By, Author & Poet, Sandra Juanita Nailing

The best Christmas to have is the one to be able to breathe.  This is worth more than anything, than what you can receive.
The best Christmas to have is the one in which you can see.  This is worth more than any wrapped gifts, placed under a Christmas tree.
The best Christmas to have is being able to walk.  This is worth more than any Robot that is able to talk.
The best Christmas to have is being able to hear.  This is worth more than any wardrobe of clothes, to wear throughout the New Year.
The best Christmas to have is being able to speak.  This is worth more than any fame; you are out to seek.
By, Author & Poet, Sandra Juanita Nailing

You will get attention, when you decide to do drugs.  You could finally end up looking like a ****.
You will get attention, when your memory is lost.  You may end up robbing the banks, just to pay for the cost.
You will get attention, when your appearance began to fail.  Please don't forget; you could end up in jail.
You will get attention, when you lose your last tooth.  You will began to look old, nothing like your youth.
If you want attention, it must be really bad.  You will only go down, and this is truly sad.
By, Author & Poet, Sandra Juanita Nailing

Be that shinning star, to help guide the way.  Help dispel the darkness, turning it into day.
Be that shinning star, to bring the wise from far.  In part into those who are fighting, to no longer remain in War.
Be that shinning star, that twinkle in someone's weeping eyes.  Bring them close to you, placing them by your side.
Be that shinning star, to beam down upon that sad place.  Let it glow for miles away, upon each and every face.
Be that shinning star, glowing everywhere.   To those who desire to see, be sure that you are there.
By, Author & Poet, Sandra Juanita Nailing