The litmus is red
I feel no ill as I can’t open the door
To your heart so
I cannot ever defend my glee
At your demise
I can how and why
It for the rest
Of you – how you tried
To give me a lot of time and then you gave me one
And the end of the story is that they all
Gave it a long try and so it went on
for the time of the nigh and speared usage of the word of God.
I will be then and now the only person
To recognise the coming of the Lord this weekend when I rapturously
Enter the known paradise such as Juda
perceived it and this then shall be the one and only time
that you shall see me this weekend.
When I enter the whole of the moonlet day
and let loose to you the viewer pf these words and messages.
Yours truly Bioman
Copyright B E Saunders 2016