Program of flesh, by George Chow
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Quad 4 the wholeness of human.
One follows instinct,
One follows sense,
One follows mood,
One follows logic.
To the end of over bearing left.
The goodbye is inevitable.
Where the blank blink in the command.
What can i say if we leave again.
For this program of flesh,
Uni to intel of a Skype pro.
Heaven is was what we used to sit and chatter.
How thou we left without a trace of cling,
for not to disgrace our holy place on high.
For the soul remains..
And the words kept to the command prompt.
One follows instinct.
One follows sense,
One follows mood,
One follows logic.
Maybe my Quad 4 AMD is done.
Maybe my intel is used to alone.
But love of her with God inspires me a whole lot,
from the program of flesh.
To follow Holy at lasts. |
Posted: 2014-11-22 11:38:20 UTC |
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