Wise Apples, Snakes and Ladders
Try and reach another aim
Listed under other names
Labeled lame, chasing dames
And the end result ending up the same
Drained by the power struggle, tripped by the smuggling juggling magicians that you give meaning and gain, disdainfully aimed and blamed
Unashamed, not, rotting in a prison, dotted laced sin decaying grace dismaying, playing snakes and ladders with that snake dropping apples and like snapple facts, you thought you were wise enough to ingest but digest this, you lost your spark, you stuck in the dark and unlike Noah, you won't be chosen for the ark. But embark on this journey, set your sights on the light and reach your destination, ditch this dying nation for the kingdom with the king that come back, Jesus coming off hiatus like KB said, but like the Bible, it is read that Christ comes back with vengeance, nothing like judgement from the judge that budges for the redeemed and deems them worthy, you are worth more than gold and silver and whether your old, young, or disabled, there is one path that is marked by the blood and it is finished, so let his kingdom come.
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