Freddie Robinson Jr. Poet Ottava rima

Valley of Eschol

Now why weepest thou, O my heavy crestfallen soul?
Visions of pure agony hast cast thou into a deep trance
For the synagogue of Satan sits in the valley of Eschol,
and Jesus Christ, the King of Zion, they do not romance
The doctrines of Baal they've greedily swallowed whole,
as songs of salvation aren't accompanied with a holy dance
The grapes of Eschol will turn into the grapes of wrath:
See the road to New Jerusalem revealed as a fiery path

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Anne-Lise Andresen February 26, 2017 at 9:19 AM - Excellent poetry, Freddie :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

John Beam February 26, 2017 at 8:12 AM Great imagery, Freddie, and His truth is marching on. I would give it a 10 but it only goes to 7

Cheryl Hoffman February 26, 2017 at 8:04 AM Had to look that one up Freddie; didn't know that meant "clusters of grapes" until now; interesting and well written Freddie! ~P & L~Che :)