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Fate by Musser, Jim
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We Are The Masters Of Our Fate by Emery, Judy
Finally May Found My Fate by Horn, James
Fate by Van Zant, Sheila
The Fickle Finger of Fate by Olson, Richard
My Messed Up Fate by Raney, Justin
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Courage of Youth, Battle of Ypres, Flanders Field

Courage of Youth, Battle of Ypres, Flanders Field
(A Tribute)

Tough as nails young man with a red right hand
red-fire and whiskey ran in his blood.
Courageous seed of vast and cold hard land
quick temper, power of a surging flood.
Seeker of life, its promised mysteries
rash gambler with all he would ever own.
Born on ship in high wind swept, roaring seas
toughest warrior his town had ever grown.

Met his fate by volley of red-hot lead
buried on ground scared and battle blasted.
Aye boys, fodder that machine guns were fed
fools marching to death, long as it lasted.

Now flowers cover up and Time denies
scenes of battle torn soil and blood-red skies.

R.J. Lindley
April 23rd, 1975

SONNET-(DEATH AND WAR'S FUTILITY)
Tribute to Courage of Youth-- Second Battle of Ypres, April 22nd 1915 .

Note- added - 8-26-2017

Wiki-
The name Flanders Fields is particularly associated with battles that took place in the Ypres Salient, including the Second Battle of Ypres and the Battle of Passchendaele. For most of the war, the front line ran continuously from south of Zeebrugge on the Belgian coast, across Flanders Fields into the centre of Northern France before moving eastwards — and it was known as the Western Front.

The phrase originates from a poem titled In Flanders Fields by Canadian Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae, inspired by his service during the Second Battle of Ypres. The fields were not maintained for years before they were made into a memorial. Today Flanders Fields is home to thousands of poppies.

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Found this while rummaging through some of my old poems. Decided not to edit it. Leave it as it was composed over 42 years ago..
Added the note for those not familiar with that battle and its horrific carnage, primarily from the insanity of large bodies of troops marching into direct machine gun fire.


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

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THE DEEPEST DEPTHS OF EPIC PAIN

THE DEEPEST DEPTHS OF EPIC PAIN

The scars of life unveil the weight of lies,
lest it be the torment of moral sin,
wherein the guiltless suffer wounds and cries
of love’s deceit as heartless notions win.

The evil whims of wicked fancy shows
no mercy for those crossed by hands of fate
when magic dreams are cast by darkened clouds
which turns the morbid sorrow into hate.

In rage of fervor, passions zeal is lost, 
oft destroyed by life's dire tribulations,
as sunning rays vacates dawn's gleaming frost 
human frailties blind truth's revelations. 

Within hope destroyed and life's darkest stain 
remains the deepest depths of epic pain.

14th March, 2017
T.J Grén & Robert Lindley


I was inspired to write this sonnet after reading Robert Lindley’s sonnet “Leave This Sad heart, I Can Take No More Pain” and his notes on the sonnet. Due to the inspiration I received from his beautifully written sonnet, I asked Robert to write this sonnet in collaboration with me. I was much honored to work with Robert to complete this poem. Thank you very much, Robert. It is always a great pleasure to work with you.


Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2017




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Fate and Destiny

How mischievous those goddesses of fate
That bend our paths toward our destiny
They tempt us, setting traps, with diff'rent bait
Like fools, we complicate simplicity

Each turn we take is draped in mystery
A lucky choice builds up our confidence
Then fate reminds us, oh so subtlely
Again, we're on the wrong side of the fence

The twists and turns of life offer suspense
We see our big break up around the bend
But fate knows that for love, there's no defense
Next thing you know, you've turned down a dead end

Fate has control of destiny it seems
Don't let that stop you chasing down your dreams



    by Daniel Turner
Spenserian sonnet: abab bcbc cdcd ee





Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2017

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The Deepest Depths Of Epic Pain

The Deepest Depths Of Epic Pain

The scars of life unveil the weight of lies,
lest it be the torment of moral sin,
wherein the guiltless suffer wounds and cries
of love’s deceit as heartless notions win.

The evil whims of wicked fancy shows
no mercy for those crossed by hands of fate
when magic dreams are cast by darkened clouds
which turns the morbid sorrow into hate.

In rage of fervor, passion's zeal is lost, 
oft destroyed by life's dire tribulations,
as sunning rays vacates dawn's gleaming frost 
human frailties blind truth's revelations. 

Within hope destroyed and life's darkest stain 
remains the deepest depths of epic pain.

3-14- 2017
T.J Grén & Robert Lindley

Note: Has been an honor and great pleasure for me to co-write this sonnet with my very talented friend, T.J Grén.
Thanks for the invitation my friend.. Your generosity and kindness match your poetic talents..


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

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The frog and the cricket

The frog croaked
The cricket chirped
The cricket croaked
The frog burped


Copyright © Roger Wilson | Year Posted 2017

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Within My Heart

Deep within my heart you lie
fulfilling my ever loving need
your glow, so sweet, illuminated
in every gentle ray of my 
morning sun
it is there I feel you
reaching out and touching
deep into my soul  
begging for a cozy spot to rest 
It is in your comfort I dwell
on the fate of man
on all that is good
and all that is meant to be 
Deep within my heart you lie
and I know we will be alright


Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017

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A TALE OF DARKENED DUST

A TALE OF DARKENED DUST

Life cast a shadow on my downcast eyes,
as dreams became a tale of darkened dust.
Imparting charms destroyed by woeful lies
when deepest senses played with eager lust.
Adrift in hapless search of hidden why’s
my trust in love by endless fate encrust,
to seal the scars with wails of silent cries
and burning flames of raging love unjust.
As if a dagger through my heart is thrust
a dream so real is chained in loves demise,
Alone without a warm embrace I must
confront the lonely days of secret sighs.

From ashen dust a life of gold will soar,
with fading dusk my lustrous fate restore.

15th November, 2017
T.J Grén


Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2017

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Mountain

The airy mountain, lush and green, they call home Perched on shaky rock, the waters beneath swash and foam Goats graze, cattle feed, fields of corn and wheat they comb Stored in the belly of the hefty hill The harvest, food for all, food to fill Spring is here, they forget the winter chill Swimming in the mountain stream, singing of selfish praise Not a worried eye to be seen, to the sky a glass they raise Foolish people dance and scream, their minds muddled, their hearts ablaze Through the earthen caverns they wander Wealth and fortune they do squander They do not think, they do not ponder What a waste these people brought No knowledge gained, no answers sought Squabbles grow more and more, 'ore the land they fought Blood spilled, turning the mountain red The rocks toppled, the peak lost its head Waste away they do, no stopping 'till they're dead.


Copyright © Andrew Walker | Year Posted 2017

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Darkest Of Days, When His Ship Finally Came Home

Darkest Of Days, When His Ship Finally Came Home

A wicked chill, even her house could feel its creep
Tho' silence would not hear its horrific demands.
A dark dream, had awakened her from her deep sleep,
With it, she felt blight and doom had come to her lands.
Day's first somber hour, her heart felt its evil threats,
As old clock ticked away with a deafening roar.
She recited morning prayers, to hedge all her bets,
Went into dirty streets to give aid to the poor.
An angel waiting for ship to arrive in port,
Heart and soul knew, he had been away far too long.
Homecoming, one she prayed weather could not abort,
Time flew by, to docks she raced, love singing its song.

Faith, love and hope filled all her lonesome, aching heart,
With such promises, her wanting nights had been spent.
Sun shown bright, her heart suddenly felt a new start
With merriest of thoughts, onto the docks she went.
Crowd hovering around a blanketed body there
Suddenly her heart felt greatest of her dark fears
Please she prayed,"If its him, tis more than I can bear"
Then she saw, her feet felt wet of her falling tears. 
She had ran away, falling down to cry and pray
Looking back, at his ship's flag wave, in wafting wind.
Yet no answer came, Fate had had its dark death way
Answering her cries," Please Lord, let this nightmare end".

A wicked chill, even her house could feel its creep
Tho' silence would not hear its horrific demands.
A dark dream, had awakened her from her deep sleep,
With it, she felt blight and doom had come to her lands.
Day's first somber hour, her heart felt its evil threats,
As old clock ticked away with a deafening roar.
She recited morning prayers, to hedge all her bets,
Went into dirty streets to give aid to the poor.
Am angel waiting for ship to arrive in port,
Heart and soul knew he had been away far too long.
Homecoming, one she prayed weather could not abort,
Time flew by, to docks she raced, love singing its song.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-19-2018
Rhyme 12/12,(When Fate Speaks)

NOTE- This was completed this morn, written from an old poem fragment from back in , April 2001. I am trying to finish many of my great many old poem fragments , before my time arrives , as Fate waits for no man!!


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

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Fate On The Feathers

When I met you in the language of lonely war
three feathers fastened to your breast breathing sore
many graves of gentlemen knew your score and the devil deigned for more,
tears you had for all times rhymes and ribs broke from crimes making aching lore,
ink of fire you did pour, scold and scorch on skin red soft, truly poetry the maze and metaphor,

A feather you gave with each kiss and wound to savor
their texture smooth as silken vapor, tips cut cruel by sibyl's saber,
quills and spells I made of them, heaven and venom in every lash and letter
when love was innocent, revolutionary, rampant with rogue fight, rapid on soul river
with hawk's edge I wrote with might and flight, dominant on the flesh of firmament's blue leather,

Where the owl's point pierced the vellum of victory's scripture
antebellum affections covered our eyes with wings of damp wisdom and cool color,
together we took the touch of roses and razors, feeling the sting and arousal of friendly danger
as the nights knew more than days, secrets grew sweeter, dreams bolder, howls heavy and louder,
our zenith reached the zone quiet calm black, a raven's stem sealed the song of sleeping stranger -

J.A.B.


Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2015

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Me and My Anxiety

If my mind were a war torn map and anxiety an invading force
A thorough search of my cerebrum would avail no remorse
Is there a hoard of grotesque assailants standing at the border
Or do I suffer from tensions dispensed by some mental disorder

None the less I attack first with nothing but the element of surprise 
No weapon, no armor, no countrymen, just a crumbling enterprise
I swing my sword in the direction of the pale ghost filling the night 
Cutting to ribbons the notion that I released a lost dog in the fight

Misfortune is mine as the battle rages in the back of my optical lobe
Fixated on the fact that there is a fixed fight at the end of the road
Without negligence I execute the figure who seems to be orchestrating
The darkened world in which I have been unsuccessful in navigating  

With a cough of blood his mouth released a final exasperating word
A man cannot win when he cannot escape falling on his own sword
It took years of tears, torture, trials and tribulations for me to see
Thine own enemy I could not circumvent was me and my “anxiety”


Copyright © Plant A Tree Poetry | Year Posted 2017

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Kiss Of Fate

While sitting on a hollow log
I was kissed by an ugly frog
It turned into an ugly queen
My oh my, what a hideous scene
I'd rather pull ticks from a dog!


Copyright © Milton Toran | Year Posted 2013

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Wheel of Fate

In perpetual slow motion the wheel of fate will turn,
What is given in abundance will surely be taken away.
Leaving only questions of why that scald and burn
When the bill seems so unfairly high to accept and pay.

For the lean will yap on the heels of prosperous fat
A dire warning that silver linings are a one way gate.
For when I blindly come out to take my turn to bat
I'm unaware of the curve ball thrown by fickle fate.

So I bargain with God and Fate and Lady Luck
Omnipotent in some far off nebulous recess.
In rules beyond my understanding I am stuck
A helpless pawn in their intricate game of chess.

For fortune can shatter and turn on a simple dime
I search for meaning in a game I don't wish to play.
In the running sands of my life and remaining time
Illusive hope the only constant I pray for today.

In perpetual slow motion the wheel of fate will turn,
Surely giving back that which has been taken away.
Everlasting hope and despair that evolve and churn
As I drink deeply from the cup of maybe-some-day.


Copyright © Heidie Buys | Year Posted 2009

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An Insect on Trial

On a temperature perfect evening, while kids play and run
I am sitting in a gazebo under a slowly setting sun
Unexpectedly, an insect appears in my line of sight
like the stereotypical tear flowing from a man of might

Watching; it saunters around my feet
Is it afraid of my presence? Should it be afraid of me?
Have I become afraid of it? Paranoid are we.

Is this the feeling the great and defeated Goliath felt?
Intrigued by this encounter, I think what an awful hand this bug was dealt.

For I have now become judge and jury; The gazebo is now a courtroom
The insect moves beyond my feet and closer to me
My nerves all rise.

Perhaps I could crush this being
like a foot to a grape, its ending would be red
On the contrary, it's possible the insect just wants to be fed

Perhaps I'll relocate the bug without the shedding of slime
It would be hard to justify such action, consider the scene of the crime,
Perhaps I shall agree with its innocent plea
and leave it alone to let it be...

The latter I chose for who am I to decide
A splatter of a death for an outdoor being, being outside

Upon leaving the courtroom feeling justice was served,
I was unaware the insect was being observed
Compassionate was I, like a god being merciful to a sinner
but it was soon caught in a spider's silky web for dinner...

Written March 19, 2017


Copyright © PoetPrentice Dupins | Year Posted 2017

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My fate My life

Using the Octodil Form 44/66/88/66

Around it turns
My fate my life
Can happiness prevail
It is in my own hands
My own deeds, the way I desire  
good  ideals, not just for oneself
Round and around it turns
My fate my love my hopes.


Penned 26 January 2015 by Seren Roberts

Contest Name : Tarot Cards 

using no 3  The Wheel of Fortune tarot card



Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2015

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What Sinister Fate

What Sinister Fate awaits us all
Our Souls no longer living
Evil thoughts to us all call
And No One is Forgiving

The Dead awake up through the ground
There is no reason why
What lerks behind the wicked hound
Forever refusing to die

There is no life in blood shot eyes
The End of Days are near
What peace may come to those who die
Is something we all fear

Hades shadow blocks the sun
There is no warmth just cold
Armies of Darkness on the run
Evil growing so bold

Famine disease starvation too
Accompanies Colonel Malice
Skies so black where is the blue
Is it hidden in Satan's Palace?

What Sinister Fate awaits us all
Our Souls no longer Living
Evil thoughts to us all call
And No One is Forgiving

March 25th, 2013 for "Sinister" Contest


Copyright © Rick Zablocki | Year Posted 2013

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Raven Shadows




Raven Shadows
Ravens fly in an ebony pool out of the mouth of evil Someone please suture the mouth from which they come Then let the beasts fly away into obscurity The masquerade of Shadows moves on In their aloof manner coaxing you to follow Behind you walk in cousin shadows towards death Darkness tends to hypnotize all that want to believe Flashing you a veneer smile, darkness with fake teeth All the darkness, ravens, and shadows share like eyes Those of a glowing opaque evanescence Still you are just too weak to show your resistance Into the mountain runs a crimson creek The gateway into which you are being led All these evil spirits that you now call friends Are going to claim victory the very moment you die...
05/31/17 For Contest: Write Me Something Deep and Dark (Free Verse)
WON 1st PLACE IN CONTEST RESULTS


Copyright © Brian Davey | Year Posted 2017

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Human science

Let's start this issue with hard facts 
believe it or not the seed is now planted 
from our Lord's spoken words lets address this world openly honest

It only fills us with the wind and the emptiness of pride

Now lets count the cost of innocent lives 
through greed and human sacrifice 
corrupted where peace no longer exists a humane body of love

Divine lightening is coming with it we lock our doors 
the three dark days of darkness lets not forget 
when His Supreme Justice falls into chaos 

The sins of this time outweigh past chastisements
The wrath of His force is Almighty has never been seen before 
when slaying the dragon crushing him with His Power 

The low key figure that he is we need to bolt our doors shut soon 
as this world is in deep turmoil no one reads the sign of the cross
He who is coming our Jerusalem King and Saviour Sweet Son of the Father

In Spirit baptised and confirmed by the spear of Destiny 
striking down petition once and for all 
eternity in that battlefield we will lose some of those whom you loved dearly 

Into the end prayer could not save them 
from this awful emptiness left behind under a trail of smoke 
remains shamed tears of choice under ashes blown away


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2017

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Curse my fate

Destiny? Curse my fate, untoward fate.
Born with innocence, sinless life of peace,
forsaken by loves dreams to cast a state
for chained forgotten mind, to find release
from the echoed silence; of silent frowns.
Falsely burdened by sullen existence,
without caring words, love‘s echoying sounds;
future‘s remedies remain‘d in distance.
Wistful only; more lonely, rich in hope
than livid of passion; seeking love pure
as was destiny’s lie; struggling to cope
without the magic touch of love’s cure.

Curse my fate; we are born with innocence,
wherefore lies the secrets of condolence.



T.J Grén


Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015

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Fated to Love

Fated to Love


Best to simply weigh the heart with a poppy seed
Counter balance on granite
All its rhythmical surging
Its expeditious life
Amounts to nothing

Better then, not to believe in its enchantment
For it is fated to love
And do little else but lead
To ruin

Well-worn to stop up your ears
Lest you hear its background murmurings 
Brooding upon devotion
Lacking the power to change anything
But weeps constantly for dreams

Do not then, be deceived
For all the hearts will to achieve
It cannot
But burst inside your veins
Only half remembering what once you never held
Though its truth persists
It lays persecutory back against a lie
The heart would try
But cannot defy the world

Beware then my friends
For that muscular aorta pump and valve
Will lay you stark
And rend open beneath your ribs
And grant you no solace
Or escape

For all in the life of steady beats
It knows nothing of fact
And through your nights survival
Will stab at you with yearning
Brooking no compromise
It shall continue
Craving

Damnable heart I say
To leave me no place to rest
If I could but tear it out

For it taints my eyes with longing
Converting my hours for its keeping
Playing poker faced with deliverance
Trying to cheat destiny
With the price it paid to see me

Counting the cost in when’s
And when
When all the loneliness
Will end

Beware of when; then my friends
For that muscular ventricle pump and valve
Will lay you star-dream-gathering
And break open daily beneath your ribs
And yield to you no solace
But only escapism

Damnable heart I say
To leave me no place to rest
If I could but tear it out




Copyright © colin mitchell williams | Year Posted 2009

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If Forced To Play I Win

Forced into a game,I never wanted to play.
Told you from day one ,if forced I'd slay!
Well playa I'll explain,how I took you to school.
Shall I start by explaining,the number one rule?

When playin,keep your own money,phone and key.
With someone who runs game better, that's me!
Natural disaster,I teach called an earthquack.
Always keep it real my dear, never be so fake!

In an earthquake,you don't stop,drop,and roll.
Never try to lock down,what you can't control.
When we're out,never try playing me a fool.
Told you of about six mistakes made,so uncool.

I left out the door,as you attempt to pay a bill.
Can't call ya boys,in my purse your phone i feel.
Aftershocks continue,as I leave in your ride.
Wouldn't have been like this, if you'd of tried.

I park your precious car,in a tow away zone.
Calling my girls over to party, from your phone.
Then callously tossing it,out into the street.
Lessons over now, just showed you how to defeat!


Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2018

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A Parable of Love's Spell

A Parable of Love’s Spell

We danced and kissed passionately whilst feeling that frenzied,
flushed-rush of two people together now as one under love’s spell.

Love’s that mystical, magical emotion captivating every aspect
of our senses as we succumb to its aura of delicious enchantment!

Love’s power is a divine omnipotence which touches us tender
now as we walk this night watching the Moon smile back at us.

Love’s that moment when two people’s eyes search and discover
each other and their hearts know it’s much more than mere chance.

Try fate, try destiny, but knoweth that this special emotion is oft
beyond the pale of any ready explanation of the mere commonplace.

Love can be palpable, spiritual, promising, hopeful, bashful, and 
even disappointing—but full of surprise and true wonderment too!

We savoreth our embrace as two lovers mesmerized in this moment, 
whilst we fall deeply under love’s spell as the Moon smiles back at us!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved – March 28, 2017
(Couplet)


Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2017

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Aubade




Birdsong hit the morning air
As sunshine kissed the sky.
Lingering stars reduced their glare
And softly said goodbye.

Wispy clouds turned red and gold,
While trees stretched out and yawned.
Rabbits scampered by the fold;
Another day had dawned.

Another day in which to toil,
Or dream, or make ends meet.
The farmer on his own good soil;
The beggar in the street.







 


Copyright © Robert Haigh | Year Posted 2017

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A Gunfighters Fate

Some folks feel like Jesse James got a raw deal,
just because he had an affinity and liked to rob and kill.
His ended up a tragic story I reluctantly have to relate;
He trusted one of his gang and suffered a gunfighter’s fate.

Jesse was shot in the back by one of his friends Robert Ford,
giving credence to the saying about living and dying by the sword.
Mr. Ford duly received a fatal shotgun blast up in Colorado State
And likewise he also suffered a gunfighter’s fate.

 Billy The Kid was a killer who lived a life of crime,
he was shot by Pat Garrett who was his friend at one time 
Then Pat himself was gunned down at a later date.
So eventually he too suffered a gunfighter’s fate.

 Outlaws who lived by the gun, reaped just what they sowed.
It was their choice to live and die by the gunfighter’s code.
Most of them had no desire to make any effort to go straight
So sooner or later they all suffered a gunfighter’s fate.

 Even to survive was a curse, because as the killers grew older.
They spent a lot of time nervously looking back over their shoulder.
Some would even move away to escape the life they learned to hate,
But they were usually recognized and suffered a gunfighter’s fate.

So when a person chose to ride down the lawless outlaw trail
They usually ended hanging from a rope or spending their life in jail.
 A lot of them made bad choices and ended up being buzzard bait,
because it was in their destiny to suffer a gunfighter’s fate.
 
 
 
 
 
 



Copyright © harold miller | Year Posted 2007

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THE FATE OF THE FALLEN

   ~the dark piece~

For them there is no clemency
As they desired the daughters of men
Abandoning the heavenly abode
They cohabited with the women

They are to be bound
In prisons made of pillars of fire
They are never to receive a reprieve
And on judgement they shall be brought forth

They who transgressed 
Choosing the flesh thus forfeiting the divine
Their seed the nephilim polluted the earth
Cleansing was by sword and fire

They taught men enchantment and sorcery
Magic and the use of spells astrology and magic
They made the earth profane and polluted
Cleansing was by sword and water

The world became a desolate place
Out of their teachings and their offspring
Who desired immortal life but killed each other
The cleansing was by fire and water

Banned from ever going back to heaven
Locked up in a deep abyss lest they see the light
Bound up till the day they face judgement
For them the fires of hell were lit

They ask you for supplication 
Your Lord knows best...
As regards their affairs
And your Lord is Just...




code 254
Luis Kay
(pillars of wrath ~the dark piece~)


Copyright © LEWIS NYAGA | Year Posted 2015