Name

if you asked me my name to you i couldn't recall, i would simply retort as a man would in awe, i'll let my wind bellow, and sprinkle you with my glee, for within a title lies the fruit of irony.

you wish to be single yet you wish to be full, and the treasures you hunt are the burdens you pull, so how in this weather could the mayflower be sheltered, the rain will seep under and flood bathe your slumber.

protrude from the thought i had, call a truce, alright, my name is 666 sylables yet it was created in one night, if you can guess who i am, we would be certain for sure, that neither of us care, about the titles of the world.

preposterous and blasphemous you say i have a name, it is JESUS it is GLORY it is HALLELUJAH REIGNS!