Metrical Verse
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Glory be I’m thrilled to see Vice displayed on my TV All live-long day, it plays nonstop Take to shame like pigs to slop Watch with reverence cruelty and crime Relax and stare passing the time Horde’s take the stage, air dirty laundry A pleasant stench, a pleasing quandary Scandals, gossip, mischief galore Rejoicing in…
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Evil cogitations subduing imaginations The last race is saved by Grace Trees of righteousness following God’s purposes Spirit within charges all sin First Man from death bestows new breath Look and behold the cross so cold For God’s namesake saints called to partake Glorious Salvation; a priestly nation
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Quickly moved, by guise, subdued Ah, wonder, torn asunder Hollow plans and sinful bands World away, with tears, I pay
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Dolts prefer to live in doubt That’s not how I’m goin’ out! Fore it’s red or even swollen Have a sawbones check my colon On my face, no fear is shown “Come on, Doc, drive me home!” Grab the scope to peer inside Inner ulcers e’er hide Thrust the tube and then inflate Eye where…
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In form, I’m near; in mind, I’m far I don’t know just who I are Caught in space, a dreamy cloud In this place the musix loud On my head, it’s put the zap My life’s work to play the sap With Ba’al, I’m fain to sup Gobble dregs, a gilded cup Glory be, I…
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Attention is fraught with reflections of You Chose life, not, merciful gift in lieu Through the dead, to will and to do Covenant promises of light shone through God’s pure name, I’ve nary a claim Flying to You, an averred soul breathes anew
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Live not for this world To love forever Watch the power God’s merciful endeavor A sovereign decision to create A holy nation succeeding a race The Glory and might One tried and true Perished on a Cross Covered in a tomb Arose the third day Death is cut through
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Great, You are So near, so far Sweeping Grace A hallowed race Drawn still nigh From the foregone Blessed Lord A rising dawn Past souls pain Forever twain Apt prayer Wide reflections Ravage hearts Pure affections True promise All saints yearn Lord, Master Crowning return
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A lifeless relic from a fallen race Will-less cannot are-tic-cu-late Enter a warped, mystical power Reanimate lost souls to devour Fueling pride and craving sensation This lecherous cold damned generation Seething with scorn in a trance-loving state Wandering the earth in a spirit of dearth Preying on the minds with fears and signs A lurid…
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If not, so tragic it would be funny The youth was made perfect Land of milk and honey Choosing to rebel, the mortal sin of pride Since that fateful time, the bloom has died Staggering by day; stumbling by night Against the Living God, the child decides to fight Lust for vanity, pleasure in war…
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