B4 Your 1'st Phone.

i'm a fountain of,
sweet and bitter water.

This sacrifice that's,
not fit for slaughter.

Mr natural first,
then his supernatural.

Catching those glimpses,
to show us it's actual.

Be born into this thing
like a seed in a season.

To stand in the center,
of our every reason.

Trying to finally give,
like only water alone.

Not forever resist,
like a rock and a bone.

As some one once said,
long before YOUR 1'st phone.

ALL you with0ut sin,
cast The 1'st Stone
Thursday, October 5, 2017
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