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Saturday, 11 September 2021

Thy Charity Did Well

By Peoples' Hatred I was Set
Apart from All for Pain To Get.
Most Were Unfriendly, I Could Tell.
Thy Charity, My Lord, Did Well.

Intrusion And Surveillance Came
To Be My Life, It All The Same
What People Said, When Done, Misspell.
Thy Charity, My Lord, Did Well.

As Hypnotized I Had No Chance
To Meet The Threat, My Luck Enhance.
In No Insurance I Could Dwell.
Thy Charity, My Lord, Did Well.

As Microchips And Energy
Did Work, No Help in Allergy,
The Madness Me Befell.
Thy Charity, My Lord, Did Well.

By Pain Inflicted, Always Guard
I Had To Be With Silence Barred.
I Could Expect The Worst of Hell.
Thy Charity, My Lord, Did Well.

By Ruining My Home, My Place,
The Devils Let Me Sadness Face.
By Hounding There Was No Farewell.
Thy Charity, My Lord, Did Well.

By Poison I Was Sought Made Weak,
And Alcohol I Had To Seek.
As Broke I Had A Parallel.
Thy Charity, My Lord, Did Well.

By Cameras Put In My Home,
And Noise, My Ceiling Not A Dome,
My Whereabouts Were Personnel.
Thy Charity, My Lord, Did Well.

By Planted Evidence, My House
Became The Whereabouts for Mouse.
I Raged, Though Could Not Quell.
Thy Charity, My Lord, Did Well.

By Lies And Acting Always Met
I Could Not Ever Notice Get.
They Wanted Me To Be Rebel.
Thy Charity, My Lord, Did Well.

Thou Took My Hand, Thou Eased My Mind
And Gave, for Me To Pleasure Find
in Art And in Art Safely Dwell.
Thy Charity, My Lord, Did Well.

I Came To Be Thy Muse, Thy Girl,
Afraid, Perhaps, Though Still, As Pearl,
Thy Conscience, Not Quite As Shell.
Thy Charity, My Lord, Did Well.

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