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The Demonic Spectrum
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The Demonic Spectrum |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Please allow me to introduce myself I'm young, cut, shattered, and reconstructed Blood of the world flows at my fingertips Nothing and all exist in perfection Late night downtown provides My heart and eyes with diversity My guitar is not afraid of anything Bold enough to embrace a woman in security On the everlasting search for Jesus I've felt the kiss of death Authority even fools respect Wither of bones and death flowers Hope for a lifetime of charity Secrets even to shadows The deepest cracks glow in me And they shed light on the path Arrogance hands off lies to all The praying men have ceased Guns are loaded and windows broken And here that butterfly has been trapped Peacemaker is now engraved in stanza Loser awaits release While grandma's spiders want to lend a limb All the voices are beginning to bow My own voice has been established Even spirits must stand silent The vampire remembers how to love All my shed blood has become beautiful And light sheds truth firmly My chains fall and the dungeon has a new stairwell The masses shift to exit This pressure shifts inside me Drop Stop Clear Sleep Jesus is spirit Spirit is untame Spirit is free I only feel spirits and do not see |
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Allogenes Junior Member
since 2008-01-16
Posts 35 |
Your poetry has a sort-of rhythmic intensity to it; very enticing. I loved the parting lines: "Jesus is spirit Spirit is untame Spirit is free I only feel spirits and do not see" |
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