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Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download it, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.



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There is no difference, the saints whisper and every enemy and ally wake to forever’s difference, that neither knee nor tongue will deny. Doubt bit into Innocence and sold the first coffins wrapped in pride. Creation became a seed – a box filled twofold, when under silt, Eden died. Secular tides engulf their last season to bury God and Baal, synthetic rainbows enlighten treason fulfills the fool’s tale. Escape suffering to bend love to an abstract sum. Detached absurdity when a false bliss is done. Not enough of Earth’s blood to sustain paved veins, a technological flood of isotopes and labor pains. Fiat economies root for the drug and gun, made the bomb’s core hotter than the sun. infusions of contraband’s revenue numbs the inconvenience of sin. A dream’s fence became headstones ensue, declared wars we can’t afford to win. Seeded skies less blue to breathe, the incense of death and device, ivory towers babel and seethe, lies spoil the last grains of paradise. One rich man though licked by the flame, still sees Lazarus as a servant and to those who tear Christ off the Cross to make him the same, Judas still hangs in the shadows. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Written 10.28.16 Contest: Saints and Sinners Sponsor: Silent One
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