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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

Can I?

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