He apparently cried the entire winter
All alone from the inside
By the side of our lake
We didn’t know
He wept from his broken pipes
Beds couches book cases wall paintings
Picture windows filled with sunrises
Sodom and Gomorrah drown
In fountains of cold
Skirted with ceiling-high black mold
True
I had glanced back late last fall
With thirty years of memories and love
My disobedience to God answered
I suppose
We always thought there’d be one more summer.
Like Soddham&Gommorah
NYC is
Coming off the bus today
In Brooklyn
A man had asked me to have sex with him
Swinging his waste around so he
Can get my attention
But I ignored Satan
Because I was down the street singing
JESUS praise
NYC AND I ARE CONSTANTLY
ON A SPIRITUAL BATTLE FEILD
With a smile on my face and Jesus on my side
I always win
Enemies wanna see the worst out of me
But I won't let them
Because a greater power is for me
Who died on Calvary's Tree
The Sodom and Gomorrah, vault,
the legends so long past,
Lots wife looked back, got turned to salt,
Atomic was it asked?
The Indus valley, vitrified ,
it even melted clay,
a rod of iron, Atlantean kind,
birds all turned white they say,
green of sand in Pakistan,
from the atomic blasts before,
nuclear winter, radioactive rain,
skeletons no gore,
Geiger counter lays the blame,
and Death he oversaw,
twenty thousand years ago,
and maybe bloody more,
pea brain man's end game!
The ancient boulder map is round
with map it's shown theron ,
shows Atlantis nearby found,
from south America, underground,
20,000 year or so old,
with artifacts so bold,
the ancient race did make,
don't listen, don't be told.
Don Johnson
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Don Johnson see Atlantis to the right of America, and the Valixi aircraft routes in straight lines...only 20,000 years or so old...
.http://www.human-resonance.org/mana.html THE MAP IS IN THIS WEBSTE
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Negotiations broke down and the quest for peace became of no accord as
Defiance continued to stand its historical ground....
Mixed emotions while closing these hopes; knowing that they had accepted
This fate; into the waste basket never to be read again, mercies page!?
Rising with heavens angels and peering into their eyes; no less words need be spoken
Bittersweet; but more than just these; the second time around....
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....“Sodom and Gomorrah” *
A dot crept
Tarnishing a blue sky.
A red ball, a period, paused in small hands.
Something twinkled in the sky—falling.
An eye closed and a thumb raised:
Smearing it, mocking it.
A thousand gossamer threads trailed it.
And Atropos—sublime, dreadful
Was patient at her platform
blades, hungry, dull from work
Then: white, a silent white, a sheer white
Flash, a Fatman burst
Hell: bodies packaged in flames,
Worn are sagging suits that peel
Cord flesh hangs sight dangles
Muddied sky, red pulse
God?
Knitting the air, screams throb
Weave a blanket obscene
Rain. Warm droplets explode
Stain, black, skin. Rain.
Divine
Intervention-less pit charred city flavorless
Gather in tight little herds
Sore carapace fester, abandoned eyes
A peer here,there, glimpse glint
Something scuttles across window—soul?
Click, click. Hand tremble snap moment:
Lonely wall fragment black relief
Children moan for release.
God?
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