Metrical Verse
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The new dispensation Breaks from creation Zaps life out of work Forged yen to be a clerk With that pawned strain, Yield a token gain The more you bleed The more they need Tax you to death Excise your last breath The Elysian Fields At most a falsehood Dispatch your carcass Like an old used…
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Countless lonely walks Untold silent talks Dream up, I’m here A cold senseless tier Have not a claim Yet can’t save myself Seize the Book From off the shelf A trace by night A touch each day On edge for true Light And so, I pray
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Once tuned in , The tricks begin Back and forth South then North East, then West , At our behest Open the door Fall through the floor An endless chasm Deep shadows await Blinding the eyes A mythical state Lost your balance Adrift in the dark All answers become A question mark Truth and lies…
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Creatures and knowledge appear out of sync Advance to the border, stagger on the brink Quick to stall Mindless the fall Ever an excuse Never ending ruse Drain each day, drown in the dark Level screen, pivotal spark Toward that hour, a witch unfurls Cryptic milieu of magical whirlds,
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Everywhere you look, Man is on the hook End of the line An ominous sign Way back when Our future-behold The serpent was subtle The woman was bold Take and eat You surely won’t die An enticing trap A treacherous lie To enlarge their estate , Pitiful Adam and Eve ate Thus, setting forth A…
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Will to clash Against the lash Accused and incensed Thusly kicks against Building a hedge Driving a wedge Within one’s borders , A nest of intrigue For personal gain Riding backwards in league…
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Vainglorious ciphers Footpath of lifers Essay is menial Manner is congenial Alive with nix Mortal deadly mix Legally void Coupled with Froid Strain for annihilation Graziers of the station Nonentities in clothes Nobody knows
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On the point of death Don’t save your breath There is no free will Just the terminally ill The fallen corps A wintry door Satan treads along our beds , Take over prey We pass away Fading fast – die is cast Not long for this world Soon to be furled In extremis – salute…
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I’m not tough, even callow Dull and slight; oh so shallow More of Him and less of me Steadfast hope, glory to be
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Closing the door A fallen creation Eyes once more Set on deception This piercing anodyne Chills the pain To serve the master One is always fain Look to Jesus ‘ To change your heart Christ will restore An essential part Bruised for evermore The serpent’s head Translated to the living From the dead
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