Day 27: Hyper-Grace

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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