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By Jack Joseph Smith
Jesus
Is my life;
Again my life
Still and before sands are steep
Evem though you haven't been to The desert
Crissed acrossed the sand
This star leaps without dought AS though
We say hands on
Take those nails out of your hands
Take that spear out of your heat
Stop thos men with their nails and hammer
Kill those men with a spear, take them all
now
down so left is none,
Lay them back against the hill, which we
have many times accomplished,
To let him, the guy,, be crusified again,,
and again and again,, to kiss like a wish
Is never the best place to be during death.