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Core of Strangers |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Give to control Release life Light separates blood and white Clear coats of precision Chaos is only small parts to a big picture The fire in my eyes beams from my soul A canon on the land Blows holes through the earth Trumpets cry in rage Blood rests on my lips Power integrates into death And the eyes begin to blink Olive oil, holy words Speaking to Jesus Olive oil, holy words Speaking to Jesus Doves flutter and land In the palm of my hand Scarlet is purged from my clothes This anointing grows and goes To the cross Nothing gets past the cross Stone doors are locked and closed in the cross Freedom is given by the cross Cross from this world to that by the cross All rise Resurrection Dead nevermore Satan decelveth and cause women to watch Operah... |
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JenniferMaxwell
since 2006-09-14
Posts 2423 |
First time I've had the pleasure of reading you work. The power of your convictions is so clearly evident in your poem. I do admire and respect those strong in their faith. |
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lanaia74 Member
since 2006-08-25
Posts 67 |
If this is an example of whats to come, I can't wait! |
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