Treasure Island

JOBY JOHN

(01/07/1989 / PALA)

An Another Account of the Creation


I, your Saviour let you being
Why you 'beauty' not with me?
I, your Saviour let you being.
Dogs and cows know to whom they are.
Once you slept and I made your ribs out
When you rose up, here your partner.
I, your Saviour let you master.

Submitted: Friday, January 24, 2014
Edited: Sunday, February 02, 2014

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