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Trustingly I walk along your path watching my feet in the sand fitting within yours delicately as if two pieces to a puzzle divinely designed Dare I say I walk in your footsteps? Trustingly I heed to your voice move to its fluctuations understand its message and carry it as if packed in lunch boxes with me as I dwell within my father's house forever Dare I say I preach your gospel? Trustingly I stood for you when thine enemy beckoned at your door It was I who stood under lamb's blood to defend when thine enemy struck my cheek I took heed of your word and turned the other all so you could raise your hand to my mother Dare I say I have been betrayed? Trustingly I forgave you seven times seven thousand in my head not enough to explain the whore in your bed the Jezabel in my mother's freshly pressed sheets her ambrosia poisoning a love murdering a family and putting asunder what no man should put asunder Should call you Adam for you let temptress shroud thy eyes with lust and beguile to taste of forbidden pleasures cast thyself away oh foul sinner!! adulterer!! Covetous, for the vixen belongs to a fox!! Thou hast caused my eyes to suffer my heart the bitter victim of deceit my mind lost in enigmatic disarry all because of you DARE I CALL YOU FATHER Or should I call you what they call you preacher |