Written by Blind Peasant on Monday August 17th, 2009 in Creative
His cup runneth over,
He done filled it up.
But my cup beggeth,
I done dried it up.
It beggeth for thirst,
while his about burst.
God, am I cursed?
His cup runneth over,
He done filled it up.
But my cup beggeth,
I done dried it up.
It beggeth for thirst,
while his about burst.
God, am I cursed?