I Pray Poem by Ander Greigon

Lord, I want you steadfastly,
The thou I want to see;
Meek the soul so endlessly,
A sow of right and wee;
Tend to owe so vintagely,
The thorns of rose and dree;

Please remark the words I need,
Applause the markets' gree;
Taunt the snake some underlead,
To faun and not to stea;
Plant the weeds some of the fined,
Aspite their wrong of twee;

Read along so rapid stungs,
A velvet I behold;
Such of may do rarely plans,
Some little branded told;
Bet so many fine spuns,
The brittle sensive fold;

The knock of prey aload the sway,
Bust every morning stood;
Aloof and awe recentfuly,
Be caught on blemish hood;
A taught to my astrology,
Behind that filthy mood;

Gray and mild inheritance,
So much of all divine;
Ought to most symbolic chance,
The lost deceit I dwine;
Plus advance to rank the dose,
A subject crust in thine;

Aloak and tensed ingredient,
Was boasted to my be;
Recent and toast were brought to light,
Abomination prime;
As all the grip I don't object,
I thank God I'm alive.