William Kelii Kekaula Poet Rhyme

Squelch, Belch, Dying, Dead

I heard the squelch of death again,
It had reached the gate of Heaven,
Conceived that pain, war midst the Host,
Of Angels, a Crown, Holy Ghost,
Shred into a scaled blazing red,
Merely produce the dying dead,
As they cannot hold their mouths closed,
Doom to grief, forever exposed,
Let them come hither, tither, ne'er,
The Heavenly host, I don't care,
He gave me this realm, my, own place,
He has Heaven, Hell be my base,
So let them squelch, sounds of beauty,
Squelching heard He knows my duty,
Still, I'm at my guard, Hell is mine,
For dying still comes, stands in line.


(***Sight still under construction)


2019 September 12
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16 lines x 8 syllables = a perfect 128

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