There are no thrones He cannot overthrow
No precious stone He cannot erode
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LORD LIKE CHEMICAL WARFARE
PoetryHe was a terrorist in the nightshade Like a foxglove growing In a mound of criminality [Sometimes loving and rejecting God can feel like chemical warfare... A collection of worship poetry] #8 in poems
Knight of nightshade
There are no thrones He cannot overthrow
No precious stone He cannot erode
