Funk #420

Who would have ever thunk it. A simple man living in a place he could not fit. In a life built upon decisions which he could not quit. Without being exposed as a hypocrite. So he's forced to live in a cesspit. And murmur blessings through lips bit. Holding out hope he must admit. That God will cure his spirit. Praying for answers that will permit. Something meaningful to which he can commit.
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