Day 27: Hyper-Grace

Scott Mevin Memorial

Mr President sir,

I heard sisters Coord slept over

At your place yesterday.

You held her tight in the rain

As your embrace absorbed her shiver.

Sir, you left fire on the ceiling,

And claim grace on Christ billing,

The koboko the devil is pruning

Will flog you till state of blood spilling.

Grace isn’t license to sin

But strength to prepare for the unseen.



Author: Exeimitate

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