Clergies Poems - Poems about Clergies

...The Lord is so kind to shower his bountiful blessings for one and all. It is for the the perceptive mind to realise and be thankful for them always. Almighty aligns all atoms of a rare creation ......

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...COVID 19: A LEVELLER Apocalypse! Armageddon! Ragnarok! Deadly spread of COVID 19 Caused by human misdeeds Confusion. disaster cover the land Death now becomes a reigning language Both the c......

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...Masked impressions become conflicts of interest, when synonyms Are exteriorly presented as such, but intrinsically are pure antonyms! While the skies’ feelings are transparent with their idiosyncra......

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...SLAVERY . They said; If I count, and I walk twenty-two steps back I will find death somewhere in mother's eyes They said; When I'm twenty-seven, and I become a man I will read meaning to the j......

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... A holy war blessed and authorised by the clergies, condemned and opposed by God. day and night cities shed blood, enraged crusaders fight, for a course wedded to indoctrination. "give......

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...I beseech thee to answer Is there still hope??? Forgetting their vows of chaste they become lecherous Fighting for power, they become ambitous. Their actions make people shock For they ......

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...COPLA CUARENTA Y CUATRO: This Bad Guy World Animals mammals kill to eat Thinking animals kill humans: For their own gods Most of all those who One god feat Turn on themselves with blasting g......

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...Amidst contortations and grimaces, lucifer laboured. In two hours and three, the beast was perfect, Glaring around, he cackled his delight. "Serpatinus," he spluttered, still cackling He appeared and......

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...It All Started With A Parade All walks of people crowding the streets Like moving vessels of a mighty fleet. Jolly Diana, a wake-up call at dawn; A throng is gathered down the town. Cadets go m......

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...What I would not write is much On the sullied cloak of the clergies. My inkwell keeps running dry Each time my quill feather Is dangled in their direction. A warning not to belittle Or mock the moder......

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