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POEM TO GOD: XX

APOSTLE JON BROWNELL SR


Poem writer, Apostle Jon Cyphers

Step in my path, become a survivor

From a pile driver, Jon the Baptizer

Says fuck Pfizer, they are all liars


The Jounalizer, common divisor

Deodorizer, of evil kaisers

The dumpster divers, terrible disguisers

Turned sky divers, No parachute, or revivers


Isaiah Nine: Six, me it predicts,

Scripture don’t lie, Blood moon eclipse

A day of conflicts, Super wolf encrypts

One Twenty Nineteen, God’s gift


Age of Aquarius, mystic, mysterious

Sent from heaven, for the human experience

Betrayed by Iscariot, Judas I am furious

Wisdom of Solomon, I’m coasting in chariots


Too many variants, made up, I’m curious

If you pray to Tiberius, August, luxurious


Big Pharma injurious, Vaccines superious,

To restore Sure Script, and light as the witness

Miss my smoker buddies, the say hit this

And her loose pussy, with a big clittourus


I know she’s the harlot: remove her garments

Pack her pussy with dick, I call it “Brett Farve-In”

Abducted by martians, nothing like Marvin,

I’m in the UFO, They don’t need Parkin


Barry Larkin with the Pop-fly: M.L.B.

Change the L to an i, and that’s whose tracking me

Men in black, everywhere numbered as the trees

Neon clothing follows me, the Great Jon B33


Day dreaming of my Blue eyed Mary, Mom

First laid eyes on me, at her senior prom

Two thousand and nine: A white tuxedo

My vest was pink, as that of breast chemo


Ribbons and soft drinks, plus confetti

I’m out of my shell: Bee-Bop, rock steady

Stiff as the plank from ed ed and Eddie

I can not dance, and she was heavy


Though she is hefty and had not met me

Years down the road, She would bee texting

Destiny is inevitable

She then ate not her vegetables


Harvester; We both ate an edible

The vision we seen, too memorable

Mystical properties; Not sensible

Unless you are chosen; congressional


The way I live; unconventional

Wisdom contained; impeccable

Hand writing, Ledge-able

Evil near by; detectable



Thirst for Christ’s word; unquenchable

We are just sims, inevitable

Burris, Plaxico, very flexible

Some of his catches, unforgettable

Jon B33 Music, Earth’s centerfold


Love Jesus Christ

Love Apostle Jon


Final Prophet from Scripture

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