Wems Henry Temmy Psalm 29
A loyal gist host itself into the cage of loneliness,
Beeping through the hole of truth as a reference...
An advice of heaven on Earth would come, it hopes¿
Holding to the deep coiled inner voice of belief
But getting better seems tough for the shared drive is strafe¡
Where luck roams in death's crescent,
Forlorn to the world pleasing torture...
Time to shine in truth, here or gone?
Youths are yet strong enough undone.
Lies are once frankly shun!
It's now a delightful delivery dating fun...
A dislocated burden placed on wealth,
Cripples into Patriots' chests in order
To win struggles of days ahead at ease,
And overtake consistent affluence in a bit*
Enlivening illusions of breakthrough not born!
Yahweh is interestingly patient in time,
To serve each turn at worth to its prime.
Save each; save all in your name
Whose power can't stand the game
All swapped for the sake of fame
To bury the dead light rejecting shame
Once upon a time, there lived a tree,
Whose fruits feed millions to comfort
And under its shade, all enjoys cool breeze
But a while after the summer had gone,
A stranger cut down the tree,
No one could challenge the stranger
For his hands are heavy in the elders' own.
Billions made are for the quorum in the land,
With blunt ears open yet closed to others voice!
Little did care sparks its light on others
Provided that all is well with their own merry lives...
See love on tongues; see despairs in acts
Truly no one knows by eyes, workable facts
Until chosen to rep peace impacts
To know how words quality detracts
Spiders well patterned web stretches out each minutes
In its elastic limitless spiritual boundary
Awaiting Victims' cry in their raging plights
Without hesitation for freedom's lock
Until wonder undo the night before dawn
Then will Willing manifestation cease to gear
Oh divine hands, nature's atmospheric condition is Thou
Grace Innocent Victims' plights freedom and ache those true ones in their merry living
Days are of evil, go before us dear Father
Without You, we may be consumed in bother
Growing wings of no regulatory feather
Traveling above into the thin air father
When I am set on by grace
Human strength certainly, not my pace
Even my reasoning will have no trace
To light nights in ambush to deface
Hallelujah!
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