Wednesday, 4 October 2017
Like last nice night
Right after I was done with my night meal which was sweet
I read this topic called mining in some text
It was defined to being the extraction of
Mineral resources from beneath the solid surface of the earth
I squeezed the definition into my brains
To recollect it whenever it's needed
Yes, it was a success
Afore I went to bed to nap.
I napped but couldn't remember even if my penis works like a tap
My mumsy said I was gibbering like a disc Jockey madly mixing some rap
Music was said to be played closed to my nada ears but wouldn't wake up
To dance to the tone sweet enough to invite some hoped hype
News had it that my new nephew did a hot shite in my new neat glass cup
One if I was not aslept I might guillotine him for, with a sharp rope
But I was down there in my mat, scattered.
I was sleeping but I was dead
For even the I definition of mining seemed faded
But the mo the breath of life was returned
I got up and saw with my ears what had happened
Whilst aslept or should I call it dead?
The truth, no need to keep
I used to die if...
I used to sleep
What can you remember whilst aslept?
You can only remember nothing whilst dead and buried
Liken
So, if people do really sleep
Then people do really die
And if people do really sleep and wake again
That means the the end time is real
Hell fire is real
Resurrection and eternity in the kingdom of God is also real
Too titchy is the pain and mimsy of this dark world
Not to fail to be amid the passengers of the kingdom of God
On board in the end
I know this cos I used to die
And you are reeling this too cos we all used to die.
Jodekss
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