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Land of the Gun

Living in dark days of the last generation of Noah Evil beast animals now rule the Earth Peaceful human beings are perpetual moving ark targets In constant danger from the archers’ grip, the meek souls pray always to God that the deadly, hunter bullet arrows miss Walking by faith in the Land of the Gun ... the vast American wasteland Death metal warlords rule in the desolate Land of the Gun Pale shoguns got the last peace rebels on the run Running from the violence High lead mortality false profit driven, the dry ground is flooded with innocent blood corruption Leaving morgue debris of souls bereaved Constant siren wails follow the fallen bodies on the smoking barrel trail Some say we’re living in a technological hell, others believe in the cursed power of never-ending, multiplying weapon sales Trafficking on a perfidious path; allured to the firing, silencer sound of the damning, fiery chiming brimstone bell Carved handles, death laden metal idols bolster ammo-filled holster security On scarlet satin beds of gunpowder pyre, sleepers crypt rest with “No Trespass” ease While wicked watchers lust for more, as they voyeur revel in the exit wound bleed Still, a remnant walk by faith in the Land of the Gun A chosen few peace outlaws on a divine run Running from the ceaseless violence Seeking higher ground from the blood flood below Bearing witness of so much sorrow; orphan tears flow from closed coffin eyes of weeping widows These be the last dark days of Noah, violence fills the Earth with a flood And the levee broke in the Land of the Gun, where fear moved in the twilight direction of the falling sun Oh, so much violence in the Land of the Gun, the Wild West badlands Where blood justice is dispensed, executed by bullet judge and jury Americans But the brave peace rebels seek safe refuge, by following the lowering path of the Son Soon to be Resurrection rainbow returning on the horizon — Once the heavenly trump blow; and the overcoming cleansing flow, letting the Water of Life run ... Washing away forever the final end time Reign of the Gun

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 6/8/2018 3:26:00 PM
Can't disagree with you here, Freddie...You might appreciate something I heard recently: When a religious individual cries, "The End is Near," he's called/considered crazy. When a left-leaning individual emits the same cry, he's called an environmentalist. Blessings always, ~ gw
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Date: 6/1/2018 1:27:00 AM
Very well expressed, lets send this poem to Oliver North!
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Date: 5/31/2018 1:38:00 PM
If left to his own devises man will completely destroy all that we see. I can imagine clearly as I read your words. My imagination is to vivid for such a potent write as this.
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Date: 5/30/2018 10:47:00 PM
"An amazing elegy, Freddie. Such a clear message in your creativity... Bravo!! Many blessings to you.. "
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Date: 5/30/2018 7:43:00 PM
I relate to this immensely, Freddie. You know how I feel about guns. It's all about the Benjamins my friend. I applaud your platform:)
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Date: 5/30/2018 2:26:00 PM
An epic of a poem my friend..I hope the gun does not reign, let hope for peace.. Even though it may be difficult..
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