Soft boiled Underbelly truth
As when a truth is spoke faire child,Be there none who could corrupt
Froward lips shall not perverse
Nor the wicked sip from Heaven's cup.
Only words with no 'altere
Should you angel hold too true.
For when is spoke that divine
Shall creation unfurl for you.
Of which from what
Of that being not
Sea is salt and tends to boil.
It's barren words apon your tounge
That grew thistle weeds for later toil.
So, when is spoke through an open mind
Carefull what aloud you read.
In your garden keep a bounty
As all is sewn similiar unto its' seeds.
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