Truth Of A Real Religion

A few hours make his bed seem like a thinking thought,
Anything faces the same way as the beds, anyone is at the protrusion,
Then fences are built to make how long the room rests for the rested.

From the foolish beds of truth and falsehood, a real religion has been
Born. From reactions and forces a new frock is worn, with similar
Actions to ax and similar bleaches and detergents in the household.

Answering a pressure shall obey him, and those who obey him hear
The hellos and goodbyes of this existence as it stays at rest,
Finding faults with this eye and shoulder brings up hope.

The mouth twitch makes a gentle nodding, the rest has achieved
New work of the world to bend and be a strong point,
Fixing and fastening to make a new century of thought.

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Banner Of Love

The strong and brave bannerette displayed his skull
According to the strokes of the sword, and its play.
Men could hear the outstanding miracles before them,
But one compares oneself to parents that describe
The life through eyes, and shake hearts
With love, so that new love occurs with others.
My loving of others begins due to them, and I share
A hold on life due to lightning and thunder, both
Will guide my being with the religious natures,
Forward I march into the rivers of mercy.
The strongest points and facts inhibit us with legs
And arms, as well as the torso and head.
Strength is far away and we are near to each other,
Working shall abide in the hearts of those who call themselves
Human. I shall strengthen those who laugh at my enemies with love.

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Devastation

I see wonders in this country never seen,
I open my vision tonight, in this country.
We are something of grandeur, often delighted
By the lies we acquire and abhor in this dusky nation.
Then dusky nations with bleak landscapes
Carry magnificence, to expend the riches of their soil.
My innocence remains tightly with my soul
As my commune absorbs ill-health, wrong weather
Finding us in rhythm with this poem.
My colony collects burden from magnificence,
The real country condemns the cathedral clad in evil
When the country finds its cavorting of bears
And the devastation of the plant kingdom.
My own landscape will appear jagged
Compared with another land of beauty.
I wonder all the time, with a broken nose
And a broken mind, and I observe the changing times.

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Light of the Future

The light is greater than the might of a hand of God,
And this is life and this is maybe why we hate not one another.
The fierce fury is driving the men of the district to love an egg of company,
They love it when it bestows a flight of tears, an ideal action to crack.
Most who near this man are also full of tears, and their tears are like rain
In an earthquake of sorrow and hellfire. They are evil men, full of cries.
The light of a decent death is in crying of the man and woman, a husband and wife.
A widow has little left, in the eternity, in the fade-off, and the darkness.
We are going to keep the righteous men away from our memories,
As they listen to days and nights and they live among men.
To keep a prism of light is to see what without a future is!

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I Saw You

The days I saw you my life was concluded,
You bedazzled me afterwards with your leering look;
It reminded me of an individual who was bolstered by excellence,
He was with this likeness, and he was with this appearance.
The glove fits, the hands are squashed by it,
As your appearance is sufficient, and I am forever in love.
That man is not here, but there,
He is not positive of his life as much as you,
He is gaining my admiration, but you are more.
Fortune bombards me now, more than bullets and stones,
The distractions are upon me now, just now.
The memory of you glistens like a simple stone of excellence,
I am dreary now, just sleepy, and my dreams are alive,
There is a morning in which I have met you,
And tomorrow will be an excellent day for us.

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The Tunnel

I start talking once you will say four summers
Are your dressage, the way you address me with solitude.
We are married when mothers are you and your soul
That blindly makes fifty years of your whole hat.
Ahead the fathers burgeon and brew with their tops on,
Faithful commanding is their accomplishment,
Faith is a strong result of their good doing.

Wells of water cannot amount to that moisture
Of the heart, a witty weather closes up the house,
No more is heard, no more seen.

I look healthy and energetic
To be the coiling cold, a realm of disaster,
Those cataclysms are furnaces from
The old prehistory,
Lava erupts in this summer of the sky.

Go down the tunnel of cleverness,
Enter the ancient rooms and hallways,

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Your Innocence

Your innocence brings order to us,
It reminds us of our heaven,
This religion is pure and crimeless.

Then the men who led the men of cruelness
Define what life can mean with conclusion,
Your innocence brings order to us.

Let the future tell us the solution to the crisis,
Giving us order without computation,
This religion is pure and crimeless.

My production of money is from cunningness,
Forcing the actions from complication,
Your innocence brings order to us.

May we understand each other as generous,
Forming policies of kindness like a fountain,
This religion is pure and crimeless.

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Scourge

A scourge causes death to open enemies,
How hard are those who whip and punish severely?
A threat cascades into the death of a man of blasphemies,
His throat hurts from exertions and everything nearly.

The misery of life is clearly made by those in-charge,
A scourge politely masters us in full daylight;
Sincere reflections are received and then enlarge
To accumulate and enter, and also create a bite.

You must not act when the paradigm fixes,
Think over this standard example so named,
An arrangement of sense and butter mixes
To complete the sauce so flamed and famed.

I agree with some secrets, in the conversation,
They echo in the scourge once delighted in,
Fixing and mixing like top secrets with abbreviation,
Echoing and finding new tours herein.

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Dragon Fight

Daroeth was a dragon on highest mountains,
An enemy to the clans living in stairs of houses;
The dragon’s weapon blazed in the clouds,
Opening the doors to displeasure, all this pain.

Aseth was a dragon of the gardens and parks,
He wanted peace for himself, like his predecessor;
The ancestors of Daroeth loathed them,
So Daroeth interfered in the felicity of Aseth, today.

Both were seen in the bridges of the skies,
Guardians of their own doctrines,
Drawing their natural but monstrous weapons,
Like the great elves observed once before.

Aseth swore with fiery breath to murder Daroeth,
To kill his wings so that he may weep forever;
The tears fell after several hours, blood and brine;
The laments were sensed from afar, witnessed by those with eyes.

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The World of Joy

This day I provide the world with joy,
My price for the company is brilliant,
I kept reasons too many for the toy.

Joyous occasions occur from the word to annoy,
My pencils are spun on something abhorrent,
This day I provide the world with joy.

What may cuddle or embrace is an alloy
From the heart, so hard and tough, inconsistent,
I kept reasons too many for the toy.

Then we wandered too far in the forest of a boy
Who through all his pride was obedient,
This day I provide the world with joy.

I have a ghost of martyrdom, a choirboy,
Who sang a tune to the nonviolent,
I kept reasons too many for the toy.

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