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Bryce Albe-Quenzer Poem
The divine mind behind design is shining, climbing through skies to you to try to nicely cry for you to incline your ear to fear the lord. You cant afford to cut a cord without pouring your soul towards its ultimate goal which is the fulfilling role of knowing and growing closer to God. all other goals are only Lucifer's fraud. so nod your head and prepare for the wed which is said in Matthew 25 so Christ ensures you stay alive. this seed will thrive on guided open ground as is found in the account of hidden treasures found.
Copyright © Bryce Albe-Quenzer | Year Posted 2013
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Bryce Albe-Quenzer Poem
Satan took my lover- Hoverin' above like an undercover- You're uncovered so you'll struggle- I hold a shovel and a plan that you can't stand and you won't stand- You're gonna fall like humpty dumpty off the wall that you set up so get up and move when I spit this groove- so smooth you'll slip- don't trip when I unload a clip of metaphor you have in store- try to keep me poor like a roarin' lion- you're lyin' stealin, kill n destroy? These toys God gave me I'll deploy. Boy it's great to anhiallate this demonic sheat- Too late 'cause you don't quit. So I'll split the heads of these crooked eek speaking of which you're gonna burn like a witch- Try to snitch on me- just based on lies, you see? My God despises lies so they all fry where they belong. Did I mention that you're wrong? Oh well- you're blind as well so you'll burn in hell under the spell you made the choice to see. Well done, but not in good or faith- more like a steak heated with your own mistake. So break the chains or lose the game- it's been the same since you made your first claim. I'm taming a lion so don't be cryin' or try to lie. I won't make any threats that end with the word 'sky' ?! It's do or die don't be surprised just opening your eyes is the closest thing to a prize.
Copyright © Bryce Albe-Quenzer | Year Posted 2011
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Bryce Albe-Quenzer Poem
God you rescued me from stressing messy tests and blessed me with the best, hid me in your nest beneath your wings, so I bring you singing, you're the king- everything you made is grade A, day by day I break away to pray and stay close and hope for the most, since you chose to approach and coach me in the way, no roasting ghost is supposed to boast in their choice to voice and live in sin, when you begin to call us in- name by name, nobody can blame another for brothers and sisters in Christ insist he paid their price, the nicest gift to lift the dead, and sift through wheat for the banquet wed. A dreadful day to some, but there's NO present like your presence, meditate on heaven's end when you send your son, it's done. quick like a guns click and shift the tick tocks of clocks into eternal flocks of sheep abiding with the rock, a love so deep. They're just sleeping, it's OK. They'll come back when it's the day.
Copyright © Bryce Albe-Quenzer | Year Posted 2014
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