Rebaptize The Good - Poem by John Whitton
I am with my peers.
I adjust to my body.
I adjust to my mind.
Suffering affects everyone.
The root cause is Satan.
His virtue is to remove you from God.
As I adjust it is clear.
My aim is to be good,
To mature in all my journey.
The good love of myself,
Is a grand reward.
Let me take a re-dip in the tub!
In church, now like then,
I chose to be good all along.
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