What he saw was a ball,
And then to give a kick, to back, he draw,
But as he ran to have a kick,
Off was his leg ripped:
A cutlass was what he kicked.-
By the wicked hand has the ball been picked.
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Inspired by the Holy Spirit.
Commentary:
Human will give you cake glazed with sugar, but you've already have a bit before you notice it's chain of worms, you've been given.
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