I am a 61 year old farmer who has seen many things in this life. I have always loved to write, but seldom found the time to do so. The older I get the more I find a need to fulfill my desire.
I Am Humanist Virtue less mortals shout with excited glee, Come, look, listen to the fabulous me. I am not sad because I am created great, You must follow me, that is your ordained fate. I look to the heavens with a conquers soul, Bow down before me or I will take a toll. I will garnish the attributes and take my fill from on high, As an immortal ascending covey, a mortals victory cry. Come into my presents you lowly and meek, Dare not raise up your head and try to speak. Kindle not my anger you mortal foe, Or from my presents you must surly go. I cast my eyes to the Divine heavens above, ...
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