& in through the gates of the beggars farm with the Leprosy afflicted morality mongers reeking of the annihilating stench of hypocrisy, hatred, hostility and a decomposed carcass of a slaughtered Lamb, negotiating with the morally reprehensible & irredeemable souls where torture never stops…….& all I ever wanted……. was a taste of Honey……. & all I ever wanted……. Was a taste of Honey…………………
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Gracious words are like a honeycomb, sweetness to the soul and health to the body. (Proverbs 16:24 ESV)
