Metaphor Epic Poems

Oh, you African!
 Of cocoa skin and black-haired 
Like your judgments 

You African!
 The lamb in the elections 
Son of the people, wandering in the...

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The singers sing of me,
Of my trials and my triumphs,
Of the battles I have faced,
And the victories I have won.

They sing of my journey,
Of the...

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I have so much love to share
that I wouldn't write it in a common poem
classical poetry, epic poem...

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This place is pathetic, 
my critique’s not unique when living amongst these freaks,
everybody so demonic, crisis mode, my diagnostic is more than socioeconomic,
I see your...

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Inside I find to see
what we find is about life that 
we believe to be blue skys

We see

Things .. .

We find

Everything


Lakes of great beds situate...

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DEMONS DO EXIST . . . 

You can't spend all your time stuffing them in your bottom drawer
In time they will all work their way...

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I love to free up my mind 
My pen is an evidence
My soul is the master mind 
I have no choice 
If am supposed to...

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Satan has a story to tell
The preacher man said 
Satan was a proud angel 
Sent away from heaven 
To earth after the wars in heaven
Clearly...

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A SADDENED EARTH
How many plagues will the earth survive, taking innocent souls to their death beds.

As their families grieve, daughters crying over fathers, children mourning...

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Catch me if you can 
You can do better 
Since am now your issue 
You can improve in your Talent 
Since am now your case...

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Something from something for something

From something comes 
Our existence 
And I know this something 
Is for something 

From something comes 
You and all you live...

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11	Contracted in this state our marriage made
		And only far too late we recognize
		That gladly with Reptilian Flesh we’ve laid
		The veil torn away revealing eyes
		Of yellow...

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1	A plume of dirt and grime envelops sky;
		The hellish slug of gas does creep along.
		It casts an orb three hundred stories high
		Over the Sun and...

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The lazy consciences
of the long yawn, credulity class
work so hard
to be an American Idle

“Care less” is their toga motto

You gotta have Roman candle aspiration
Pleb effigy...

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I am a bad beans
like a bad beans 
am blown away 
selected and removed
rejected and forbidden
yet when I touch the soil
I grow the good beans

l...

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