Priest drink up confession
Knowing no truth at all
Keeping down and out the true temptations
To ensure our angelic call
Even though out charter is human manifest.
Our natural feelings are dismissed,
To make way for man to impress.
To ignored or be not to is to hissed.
I follow the solemn road,
Road of personal manifestation
To do this, I must be bold
Even though I face austricization
Our nature is over ran by the charters.
We banish those who follow their nature
Why, because there are no founding fathers,
No three wise men to insure.
Deafening screams are defeaned,
We are afraid of the truth!
Unnatural things are quickened,
Because we won’t unroot.
R. L. Heath, Jr.
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