The Confidence of A Mortal
Jesus loves me, that's all that matters,
Strike Out King, So where's the batters,
Bust-a Rhyme, in military Time,
Sin is relative, so chuck the sign,
Bow before the royal throne,
My life is spared, so here I roam,
Turn form evil and love my God,
Read the bible and stretch my bod,
you finish this poem...
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