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courage under fire
Join Date: Oct 2008
Location: walking through the valley of the shadow of death
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THE SHINING
my pen creates phrases of praise that will never fade I decorate pages like the ancient blades that patiently abraded Chinese jade I'll take a clay spade and shape the frame of Satan's grave for the Savior exclaimed that they who betray His sacred name forsake a great crusade the war I fight inside is soulful and holy I write to show hope and enlighten, though cold is the plight of the poor and lowly I was blind before, but now my chorus of glorious noise soars boldly with restored sight I recite poems of the victorious joy that pours from the Lord solely He can erase sadness and fill lives with gladness He gives me strength as my eyes span the length of this world of madness some nights the stars hide in dark skies like Light in the lies of apartheid but the Messiah's life was archived on the far side of time then reprised as my heart's guide THE MAVEN arrows depart the archer's bow like martyred crows the dark-hearted marcher artfully parsed his parchment to mark his foes a chosen poet that prefers flowed verses as opposed to prose slowly embarks on global searches whose start and purpose no one knows he preys on evil pagans who wage aimless wars and blaspheme praises of a blameless sage neatly conveyed on sacred pages more than passim the rhyme jeweler, each line clean so even narrow-dome fools see the gleam keeps appeasement cream then flees like agreements between Pharaoh the ruler and Ibrahim a language maven, he evades vague statements and strays from faces graven prays in patient cadence while plagues of raging ravens raid then raze their safe havens he'll place dismay and anguish on enemies like David's slayed assailants and stay in the Way of the Savior to prevail against deadly agents of Satan's surveillance DON'T GO AGAINST THE GRAIN I harvest raps then carve the caps of cats that go against the grain like a thresher craft mathematically exact abstract graphs that slash dimensional planes like M.C. Escher a wealth of clever legerdemain invades brains and maintains insane pressure self-ordained to reign forever so there ain't no lane for no lame to be proclaimed successor see, son rose on the third day and on the seventh I rested a poet whose prose and wordplay is Heaven-sent and will never be bested my skills still haven't crested yet my benevolence is ever requested with His blessed presence I'm well invested hence my development will never be arrested
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Consider Myself a Hero
Join Date: Nov 2008
Location: Barefoot, sucking from the titties of a wolf
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God Of WAr
Join Date: May 2003
Posts: 4,044
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[QUOTE=War and Peace;2060574]THE SHINING
my pen creates phrases of praise that will never fade I decorate pages like the ancient blades that patiently abraded Chinese jade I'll take a clay spade and shape the frame of Satan's grave for the Savior exclaimed that they who betray His sacred name forsake a great crusade the war I fight inside is soulful and holy I write to show hope and enlighten, though cold is the plight of the poor and lowly THE MAVEN arrows depart the archer's bow like martyred crows the dark-hearted marcher artfully parsed his parchment to mark his foes a chosen poet that prefers flowed verses as opposed to prose slowly embarks on global searches whose start and purpose no one knows he preys on evil pagans who wage aimless wars and blaspheme praises of a blameless sage neatly conveyed on sacred pages more than passim you killling em son your killing em!
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