L (11-03-1977 / )

Poison Bread

Poison not my bread
With contentions,
Or lace it’s crust
With over zealousness,

For when I give
Unto thee bread to serve,
It should be whole
And served with the honey of truth
To my righteous children.

The bread of it’s own accord
Shall smite the wicked
With a sickness of soul,
For they shall spew it forth
And reject it violently.

Nevertheless, send forth my bread
Unto all ends of the Earth,
That each may partake of my word
And hunger no longer for truth

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