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Elvin Shanholtz Poem
In the distance, among the many clouds. I see the moon is shining. Reflection's of the light, given by the sun. Laced by cloud's silver lining. Green the day.Yet gold by night. Time still turning. Continual light. In another atmosphire. Dawn's distant illusion to steal the day. For demons soon pass this way.And none shall hold you. None shall care. Boiled face forming. Now all shall stare. Soon to see the nightmare's truth. The demon's day in the city of Deluth. Pain's destruction to inflict, on all who pass this way. Preacher man or convict, Will break like jars of clay.
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Enter the holy city. The light upon the hill. Live faith. Reject pity. Eat no more than your fill. Learn from the misunderstood. Teach those, by words and deed. Holding to that which is good. Or rejecting good replaced by evil seed. The temptress. Lithia, the controling demon, now outcast. Roams to decieve, then molest. Tell me Lithia, are you rolling? Do you think it will last? Battle worn, now may I rest? Hair so light, ever shining. Lithia flows like a stream. Her eyes so bright. No silver lining. Tell me are you just a dream. Laugh like a jester. Steal my heart like a thief. A boil now to fester. Real, my heart ripped out by your teeth. Lithia, how you possess me? You enter my every thought.Lithia, why molest me? I, your beast of burdon. I have been bought. Bought and sold by Lithia.
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Six pence, A pot of gold, A leader, and a lady. Servant of the king. A ruler without a throne. Who holds the land by ring. Then learns to rule alone. Somewhere in the distance, she hides her light. Cast aside all truth, be known. I learned to love the night. And in the darkness of my past, the future finds it's way. With eyes that burn, I learn to curse the day. Sin sets the fire, to toast the soul of man. Yet in the crimson light. Most to hold my soul again. So hail to the promise, and may it be avenged. To all who kiss the day, on which all life is henged. Some how you find her. Writting in the sand. Not knowing what she wrote. Yet in the darkness I take her hand. Stepping into the boat. Stepping onto land. Looking for the crimson light. Passing into the night. Here to make my final stand...
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At last the end to all my pain, I see with eyes renewed. For in the fog I feel the rain. I felt the winds that blew. As I passed in darkness. I began to see the light. The intensity, The sharpness. I was given renewed sight. Now my body enhanced, My spirit on another plane. How did I get so intranced? Or am I going insane?
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Words, only words,such simple things. Funny how they can make me laugh,or make me cry.
Words to encourage. Words to discourage. Words that make me want to live. Words that
make me want to die. Out of the abundance of the heart, the mouth speaks. But is your
heart full of lies? Have you forgotten how to cry? Do you like being alone? Is your heart cold
as a stone? Think, to take the time to reason. To balance each word, as words can change
like the seasons. Think, to try and understand. To listen, to watch, to interpit, and give fact to
the fiction. Without contradiction. Understanding they are just words, nothing more, nothing
less, words.
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