THE RAPTURE

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In the perusing of the words to capture

 

The reverential ideas

 

That lead to the Rapture

 

The satanic animal must be a snake

 

To non-believer’s burn at the stake

 

Suicide bombs take me to Heaven

 

Twelve disciples minus Judas

 

Equals eleven

 

Popes in robes

 

And witches coves

 

Causing blood to flow

 

From native doves

 

Virgins birthing little babies

 

From ribs comes women

 

How amazing!

 

Parting rivers and rising from the dread

 

A pagan idol!

 

Off with his head!

 

So many people 

 

From such different lands

 

Can’t we all 

 

Love Herr/Hymn? 

 

Whilst joining hands

NO LONGER SCARED

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What is that sound?
Whose is that voice?

When will you return
To comfort me

In loving arms of choice

How can it be?
Why is it so?

The curtain closes
On every show

In a place
Where memories go

How do you know?
Why should you care?

When you say
Your love is mine

What worlds
Have we both shared?

Pray tell

Why do you cry?

Why must you weep?

What do you fear?

My dear

How you look so debonair!

Please hold my hand

Ever stranger

Finally

I need not breathe

For at last

I am no longer scared

THE QUEEN AND THE THRONE

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I still stand by my feelings

That in terms of a Woman

Ascending to the Throne

There are double-dealings

When it comes to a Queen

There is much ado

Made of her Substance

By the Herds

There seems to be more Venom

And Idiocy

Attributed to her Words

Whether this be Republicans

Democrats

Independents

Queen Elizabeth or others

It seems they shall be stupidized

If the political pundits had their druthers

Exactly why

Seems easy to surmise

Why the shrift given

Is ever so short

The consternation

From the critical congregation

Derives from the radical realization

That the balls are no longer

In their court!

BEAR WITNESS WITH YOUR PRESENCE

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Bear witness with your presence

To when the gifted hatchlings fly

Outstretched wings glide

Though withering

The seasons have overtaken me

Tis no time to say goodbye

Listen to the thunder

It’s clapping

Imploring from way up high

Bear witness with your presence

To when the gifted hatchlings fly

In the daytime I’ve built up my aerie

Commenced my hunting in the night

The seasons have overtaken me

Tis no time to say goodbye

Swooped down upon my prey

Snatched them with my talons

When I was spry

Bear witness with your presence

To when the gifted hatchlings fly

Call out to my eaglets

Too late

Alone

I lie

The seasons have overtaken me

Tis no time to say goodbye

And now I sing of my remorse

A regretful lullaby

Tis haunting me

That I did not see

Until the stillness

Came to my eyes

Bear witness with your presence

To when the gifted hatchlings fly

The seasons have overtaken me

Tis no time to say

Goodbye

GOVERNMENT

 

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Government Predilations

Into Covert Mind Control

Hallucinations

Creating Manchurian Candidate

Manifestations

Leading To JFK RFK And MLK

Assassinations

Which Are Explicit

Abominations

To Be Enacted On God’s

Creations

But With The Subtle Changing Of The

Conversations

The Flooded Plains of Competing Theory Provocations

They Have Subdued Any Interest

In These Situations

INJUSTICE

Injustice likes to operate

In dank and dark places

Injustice doesn’t want to be recognized

By it’s attributes or faces

Injustice goes slinking around

Staying away from the light

In this way

Injustice can play

Using all of his might

You won’t find Injustice

All dolled up at the ball

Or making loud jokes

On your trip down the hall

Injustice likes going

Incognito

Unseen by us all

If anyone’s seen him

Please announce

With pointed fingers

And a loud clarion call!

TORNADO

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Look up in the sky!

Such a frightening sight!

The winds are a-churning

In horizontal flight

It started with hail

Slamming down to the ground

Then no showboating

Things were floating

When you looked all around

I saw a cow

I don’t know how?

Being lifted up in the air!

Confounded and astounded!

I must find a way

To get out of here!

Suddenly!

Through the dark clouds

A strange thing did appear

An extremely loud

Funnel cloud

That my eyes and ears

Could not bear

A huge and great menace

It moved most

Supernaturally

This wondrous wind wonder

Had not left me

Anyplace to flee!

With nowheres to run

And little time left to wait

I threw out my hands

In prayer to Providence

Will ye consider my sacrifice an act of reverence?

And accepted my fate

I AWAIT ON THEE

Stubbornly

I await on thee

To steer us from this stormy sea

Through much heartache

But Oh!

Such times of glee

What is this thing

That has overtaken me

Through all the darkness

It is just your face I see

None else

Can imagine

Your pedigree

It will not be long

Till my anxious heart beats free

Amongst the royal assembly

Where your crowned King

And I

Your Queen