EasterSakesAlive
Iff
eye should die before the summer has decayed, and perhaps the LORD my
soul to Heaven He will take, then meet mee there when HE opens up
them graves and WE go flying in the AIR like Huge intakes like JETS
without no Engines whine no need then of a cabins closed embrace no
enclosure surrounds our carapace outside but together holding hands
we Love and fly away for Jesus Sakes alive, enroute to Heaven when we
die.
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