By merciless candor, ignites ire's fire...
Homeward bound fools delet trials for hire.
Given up courage, lends creedance to aborted plans...
Concealed with calloused hands.
Hard work inspires lowly tendered desire...
Swayed aside by man's own grudge.
Man creates endlessly his very own septical rotten souled sludge.
Man can no longer be the stronger...
After all, he is usually the most of all the worst'ed one's wronger.
How may man correct his boo boo's?
He must believe in God's Bible, so that he may no longer, continually
in life, lose.
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HEED THE READ OF THE CREED SIR MICHAEL JEFFREY, , , GOOD PENNING ''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK