Eleventh Hour Poems - Poems about Eleventh Hour

I made lots of plans and vision boards And lots of New Year Resolutions On how I'd swim in bullion wads By the Christmastime celebrations I'd promise myself a new PC And new clothes and shoes and new outlooks That I'd stop anime, Marvel and DC And focus more on all my books I said I was gonna be a programmer (Well I made...

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one thousand at the eleventh hour They come from afar through seasons bitten by frost across a mountain's pass deep in snow shout they all, " holy holy save us god" "wash our sins away, free us from the damned”. they dip into our well for healing catch each trembling drop upon crying supplicant lip, "holy, holy save me,” "the end is nigh,” "we hear...

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Eleventh hour cometh, and e'er nun too soon Bad tidings beckon, wicked's dark days of doom Tears for fears, death's time's near Cause, evildo'rs oft n'er hearing ear Knave's and thieves, may scoff'n scorn Malevolent scheming's oft so forlorn Military men's might n'er a chance had As king of kings battle, play's winning hand Almighty steeds astride, turning the tide Gainst wicked foe's, banishing...

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It seems so late, on your answer we wait. Time is just an illusion, we search for our conclusion. As hours turn to ashes, in love, we see the flashes. The final hour is here, fortold by the seer. In that hour we live, the eleventh hour to give. Only heirs know that hour, for in him we have power. In...

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At the eleventh hour Silence falls Heads bow in reverence Reflecting remembrance Ordinary people Stop to show respect For those who fell At the eleventh hour A small group Of Muslim youth Chant descent And wave banners high “British soldier’s burn in hell” And this small disrespectful group Of Muslim youth Burn poppies in the street Desecrating that symbol Of solemnity And remembrance Burning the poppies In symbolic disrespect Spitting on the dead, Urinating on their graves Or...

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