Best Epicmen Poems
soft breeze blow by
looking up at the sky so blue
where is heaven and is it really true
religious turmoil has destroyed the
children of men
some say they are righteous and others
live lives of sin
breeze picks up as time stand still
what gives any men the right to kill
judgements come to us all at the end of
our time
breeze suddenly changes to it devastating
wind
causing men to fall and trees to bend
dust blinds their eyes and takes away the
sunlight
believers and non believers now kneel
side by side
pleading with him and explaining how
hard they tried
their excuses and prayers will now not be
heard
all they needed was to follow the
instructions of the lord thy god's word
pestilence in famine will cover the land
this will be a great fall of man.
Little strange things, like more concurrent truths
Between science and religion, but picking one
Closes off the truth saught, instead pride filled
arguments
About who has the most relevance in the idea
given to them based on perceptions of other men.
Maybe you've heard that under united syllabus
Only 12 types of vision can be created
And you can be positive are negative in each
Is that bipolor, sorry adhd
So you have 12 ways you have to perceive
Before a truth is held reasonable by all.
The only way to avoid rebellious pride
Is to have one of all personalities
Hear, understand and share their inceptions
Onto all You may see., but negative
Is ever present so 1 out of 12 may turn and kill you
The ones who were always listened too
Are ones that fit none of these men who
Learned lessons, not by those who would teach
All were betrayed, put to death for endangering
The heiarchy of the time.and now they are
Discredit by mental illness and prescribed pills
That can erase the mind to be rebuilt by thearopy
So except all you read, be kind and bless ones in need
Sit in the middle of the ones who believe You
Enjoy a meal, speak honestly and realize
That any supper could be your last
And all but one kind of men can be bought
And you could die at hand of friend.
12 apostles, 12 ways of learned routes of reason
The first organization of religion is a con in time
And all based from that are perception of a truth
That was also censored and based on lie
All evil are power is given not earned
Before united education and truths
By kings and cowards burned
Before access to all opion by way of TV
The mind of man was capable of amazing things
That we still appreciate and in the same breath
its lessons slip away,
The calendar of the miyans made took
The ability of thinking past one life span
Why could things of present day
Be predicted by men of yesterday
Because a plan put in motion by many men
To assure their descendents have power one day
Every reasonable man can see were this leads
Others agree and fight to be the pedigree
Of the coming eternity, one just disappeared
After learning the cycle beginning to end
I will continue this scroll of those who read ask I do so
Form:
The Walk
Roans, chestnuts, blacks and greys
Stand the line in perfect swathes
Tunic buttons and brasses glisten
Brave men sit and for orders listen
The finest horse out on parade
Six hundred men, the Light Brigade
Speedy chargers of sword and lance
This day of glory for taking chance
The bugle sounds, the walk it calls
And to their duty the honour falls
Six hundred men and trusting steed
Start the walk of the cannons greed
The Trot
And into the valley they did enter
A perfect line of regal splendour
That chilling, eerie October day
With death these men would play
The buglers mouth dry, he spits
To make sure the note he hits
The kick of heels and to the trot
Hours of drill and had not forgot
Sabres drawn and lances drooped
Flags unfurled and colours trooped
Spit and polish, a sight they made
Men of steel, the noble Light Brigade
The Charge
Cannon to the front, left and right
To man and horse a fearful sight
Beating hearts and steely nerves
With out a thought, bravely serves
And that final longing bugle call
Charge, God speed one and all
A day that stands long in history
Six hundred men and destiny
Hooves rattled, the pace quickened
Grape shot spat and many smitten
Raglan led as Nolan fell
With the truth his life did sell
Onwards, onwards, brave men rode
The longest mile they ever strode
Flesh ripped and limbs stripped
Shell and shot as fear gripped