With witty ignorance content,
The wretched and the negligent;
Who, if they leaned on my sweet truth,
Would manifest eternal youth,
And have more than a simple life
Or foolish time in servile strife.
But choose they to remain as fools,
Subjected to immoral rules,
Degrading laws, satanic kings,
And other wicked, worthless things.
But I, despite these imbeciles,
Feed on secret victuals,
Which do life-giving fruits contain:
Therefore shall I my life sustain.
- Joshua Aaron Guillory
(October 28,2023,4: 12 P.M.) [leaned/lived] [simple/futile] [servile/civil] [satanic/subversive] [Feed/Live] [I/God]
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