Do you think that I am moved by your looks? When you smirk with false hospitality looking like Christ shinning my feet with love through smiles like Joker Ha Ha Ha, or should I say ho, ho, hold it! Honestly! All I did was serve God and I was your target from the start. Hypnosis through what seems to be a kind of foolishness You want to work, work, work, work me to make my day run bad in my mind, Then when I am annoyed to flirt with Delilah's locks and gyrate them hips to catch my eyes… Under your umbrella like a sell-out to Satan? I, not no clown! I’m not Chris brown nor that man to jump pon no grenade for Ya..cuz You, You! Not Jesus, as far as I know…I not repeating Samson…walls come tumbling down, nope! I displaying my woe is me, I am undone! So I will be a solemn-man by investigating excellently, I am mute so I don’t think you can continue to talk with me. I am too childish, m-m-m-mentally challenged to associate with your kind. Rather too crafty not to let the Devil run doughnuts in my face like 6 figures while slamming the last domino to declare that I taking home a pig! No! I am a winner before the first card drop so I shall block your shot to the bucket and Steph Curry my way towards my Trinity. My Lord of Host instead.