I can feel The Power of Prayer

n cold water freeze Our loins,

loose Our knees

n thy tongue warm things.way up high, same as me, where only the feelings of True Real

Can exist.

You give me the wigglies.
Like Mona Lisa on steroids n speed,
See tthe thing is I look into her eyes and I see all the need n hunger, and attention to detail, she tortured me near as sweet as thee dear girl. All the years of hunting Us through all Our digital issues no one else did. OK save thee my girl. All the selfies and aliases she would need for her bank, and the wholesale investment in Us she does have. Yesterday I told her to fuck off. And today she presents as Bertha.
With You, I look into your eyes n I see 28Bilion years of blood sweat n Tears,, Our history n God n heaven, n saints n arch angels n angels in skin tonnes n lots. N every wiggler walking, We owe to thy largess girl. I would a rather the stink of thy fart n the finest poem ever writ. N Paradise on this ball a dirt, I owe to you darling girl.
N Daru n Lisha n Linda n all Our sweet chirping
birds,
N Gifty too.
Do not stay long away from Us she fully is waiting for an invitation Inn.
N did I say she be now honest like I could not believe. She so so so resistedthis I thot she be worm food. N today We see
her surprise,
N so am I.
There is no getting round sweet things. Gifty, bows unto Y,ou too.
She be wanna kick thy ass as Bertha her tone is moderated after
today.
It is really remarkable for a girl like?
Transformation Good n True.
Deep n solid so it has no way out of any being save through
Prayer.

Love U.

B