Anti-brother, pro-me! My room is outta bounds to thee!
Destruction is his forte
Construction, I hope, is mine.
Or did God really make a mistake?
Ganesha shall be smashed tonight
I’m sorry, but you really aren’t bringing me luck
I’ve probably jinxed one of your beloveds
And before I find out who it is
Could you please take Zoey outta my room?
Poetry by Puddled
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Written on 2009-02-01 at 18:28
Tags Space  Spiritual  Prayers
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