Immortal Sail (Prayer) Poem by Louis Borgo

* Descended's of Apostle Creeds'.
That of Divine Judgement,
And ask me of sweat and tears,
of here near day of a Latin Day Saint,
and will he be a coming.

*I ask of the Hebrew tribe's past and swine,
pat it and crimes,
and yet on borrow time,
that i am sick and tired, but once again my faith
is still adjusting to running...

* Let me ask you? come and moron in yesterday
flakes, in a summer, getting a way or playing it safe,
sinner come in all shapes in forms, d-e-n-o-t-e.
iam crying my dear lord,
asking of sacrament of confession,
to win with in treason,
if that is what it's been giving.......
Baptist me once again,
my good lord for past and future sin,
as i have heard it before.

I ask what the differents between both,
a sinner and saint because i know how im living,
trying to be a saint,
is just a wishing.

With that say, i ask
what is the different between sierra lieona or cierria sierria,
never knew much about words,
but words stuck close to my heart like this poem,
and bless me my lord once again....

*If i could sit at the table of the great descended of apostle creed,
i say called myself Azrael,
and hold such a witness,
maybe one day the world will get the meaning,
and wave to the past.
But this is a long road,
so I'll say bye for now,
this is my 'prayer' and i called it,
*Immortal Sail* (True Latin Day Saint in the beginning)