gOd + a WhiTe rOsE

TwaS oNce On A TueSdAy
tHat gOd camE To caLL
anD i cRied iN fruStratIOn
CoS goD wAs tOO sMall

To caLm My greaT sENseS
oR SooTHe mY GreaT huRt
As wE stOOd  bY yoUr graVe 
aNd insPecTed thE diRt

AnD i aSked whY hE biD iT
BUt hE sAid noTHinG wisE
aNd hE coulD nOt uNDo iT
Or dRy My wEt eyeS

sO tWas theRe oN ThaT
TueSdaY,  i biD gOd aWaY
aS  i pLaCed A WhiTe roSe
On ThE pLAce wHere yoU laY

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