Make peace with your enemies
Even disarm
Don't appease terrorists
You'll be subject to harm
Line in the Sand
Savage claw,
And wicked tongue
Hollow heart
A Hundred years young
Can you remember?
We've met before
Lucifers den
His ravenous maw.
The time before last,
You saw me then
Wet Alabama
I was younger then.
Dressed in black
With your card,
Your hollow eyes,
Questioned me hard
No way in,
At that time
Spurned your poison
I was luckier then.
This is the last,
I really did see
The same look;
your eyes,
questioning me.
Unblinking and focused,
From a much older time
Mine were open,
But I was blind.
You did work hard,
For I am hard to find.
Even your smile,
Far from kind.
Visit me not,
Ever again.
Keep away,
From the hearts of men.
When we meet,
In the other place,
I'll watch your eyes,
Not your face.
Next time we meet,
You know what I'll say,
"Get thee behind me"
Were thou shalt stay
Where do you draw the line, a line that's not yours to draw
Standing there sipping the wine, all with one common flaw
With different DNA inside with a difference they can't see
The opposite of God is pride whereas the soul is not free
In the great numbers alone, man's greatest killing machine
Where the truth is unknown by being so well kept unseen
The mentality of the crowd, as they stand in line to vote
Oh the clanging of the proud repeating such a sour note
We will all meet our end but hopefully not as the unborn
The baby begins to bend and then eventually being torn
There is no poetic line in being so many people don't see
Drunk upon a wicked wine, you needn't pour one for me
I still recognize His Creation in so praising the Creator
A living hell in a once great nation, so in need of a cure
I can only pray, that all will see the truth of their hearts
Hoping they find God's Way before their own life departs
He's got the little bitty baby in his hands.
Obama drew his mighty line in the sand
Dare ye not to cross me
Assad replied in kind
Gassing thousands and laughing
A little Syrian boy has drowned
Siblings to weak to cross that mighty line
Salvation was the evasive dream
Father shall never escape the nightmares
There is simply a line drawn in the sand
Tracing a route from the sea to the land
Sometimes it swirls around and around
Telling it's story without any sound
Here it is broken, then badly mended
It doesn't stop, the shore has not ended
Then come the letters as big as a whale
Spelling a name is just part of this tale
It's Wiggling now this way and back
The miniature footprints are easy to track
A tell tale sign that there's children about
That they're having fun, there can be no doubt
The beach is a page, a spade for a pen
We write sand-castle, again and again
The line runs between them, now it's a track
Imaginary train line, clickety clack
The line on the beach means, "please can we stay"
We turn to the kids and then finally say,
(as the sun starts to dip, and sadly we go)
"We'll do it again tomorrow you know"
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