The biggest problem is that none of us has had enough time to sort out our relationship issues - I mean some people spend a lifetime trying to figure it out and then they're too old to do something about it.
Therefore I shall supply all the time we need to work it out.
If I Were God I'd put myself on trial and this is what I'd say:
I stand on the podium in the atrium of opprobrium in the highest court of Man,
I am charged with neglect and affect and effect and not doing the best that I can,
For my children less fair live in fear and despair at the hands of my chosen few,
These men with more guns and unlimited funds even have more food to chew!
Well, I'm sorry my sons about the men with more guns, but steel is always tempered in fire,
But I'm not just your sire, from a maiden and squire, I'm the fire and sire in desire,
The passion I feel, with magnificent zeal, can be heard in a fair maiden's squeal,
But a princess as fair, can also be rare, even found dead behind a lover's wheel,
To all my fair daughters, with poorly treated quarters, I'm sorry for all of your pain,
But just like our sons, and their plentiful guns, there is nothing without pain you may gain,
As mothers of the earth, and the children you birth, you are valued as all are to me,
Now you know your true worth, be proud of your girth, when pregnant for sundry to see.
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The biggest problem is that none of us has had enough time to sort out our relationship issues - I mean some people spend a lifetime trying to figure it out and then they're too old to do something about it.
Therefore I shall supply all the time we need to work it out.
If I Were God I'd put myself on trial and this is what I'd say:
I stand on the podium in the atrium of opprobrium in the highest court of Man,
June 2, 2009 - 9:36pmI am charged with neglect and affect and effect and not doing the best that I can,
For my children less fair live in fear and despair at the hands of my chosen few,
These men with more guns and unlimited funds even have more food to chew!
Well, I'm sorry my sons about the men with more guns, but steel is always tempered in fire,
But I'm not just your sire, from a maiden and squire, I'm the fire and sire in desire,
The passion I feel, with magnificent zeal, can be heard in a fair maiden's squeal,
But a princess as fair, can also be rare, even found dead behind a lover's wheel,
To all my fair daughters, with poorly treated quarters, I'm sorry for all of your pain,
But just like our sons, and their plentiful guns, there is nothing without pain you may gain,
As mothers of the earth, and the children you birth, you are valued as all are to me,
Now you know your true worth, be proud of your girth, when pregnant for sundry to see.
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