Dethroning Poems - Poems about Dethroning

...Like a termite eating willow oak, Herod felt empty. Fear of the threat of dethroning Brim-filed abundantly Could a little lamb invade the den of a lewd lion? Could a rod of reed face the force of ......

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...Hills & Crosses I hung myself on a cross To atone for my works An attempt on my soul To rid him off of his unwholesomeness To cut off the tree of transgressions, I continously ate of its f......

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... From strange elixir of mind a form walks in forming strange lines, in a poem of a chant of a spell, encantrain echoes it's well. Where roses bloom, dead and spirits recite their bleed of......

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...#BEHIND CLOSED DOORS, OH WHAT WE STORE! SILENTLY ABHOR! TO OUR DETRIMENT, {CHANGE}THAT SHOULDN'T BE IGNORED. DOING NOTHING OR LESS, WHERE PERTINENT, INSTEAD OF MORE! TURNOUT/BURNOUT...AN UNEVEN SCOR......

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...1/24/21 " Following the path or roaming Near water that was dried up or continually flowing Around the planet, still combing Experiments with cloning People still stoning And out f......

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...PRO WRESTLING GOVERNANCE COUNCIL CLAIM RESOLUTION SAFETY AND AWARENESS CREATION AND DEVELOPMENT RIGHT BALANCE ( CREATION OF OPPORTUNITIES) ON THE SPOT NEGOTIATION CLAUSES NECESSITIES AND LUXU......

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...March 8th - International Women's Day The World Over Down to the wire, before this calendrical occasion doth expire, though arbitrary twenty four hour time set aside for guide ding hand of the......

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...And I witness Your deplorable “glory” Hunching over my tattered spine, So we can have something in common You walk with glorified shell-shock, Another sentient tongue, Straddling on the Eros......

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...You’re lifeless, listless, sleeping all the time Believe me, this was no victimless crime You cooked all of his meals and cleaned his house You surely deserve better than this louse Rai......

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...Four days Its has been four days of turbulence, That as contorted my mind Trying to express the problem that hunts me, We sin and sin, But which one is amiss, Lie,Steal,Kill,? Please show me ......

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...Head hunting shrinking cutting down the ego’s totems swift blow to the pride of me myself and I selfish iotum ......

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...written on time’s page with finite syllables of dust he spelled my heritage ......

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...On a Los Angeles street - play it brother, ladle it on black delirium A wind blows – from trumpets, oboes, and saxophones Gather dust at his feet – the orchestral pit in ......

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