Poetry For God-2, Gilbert Isaiah [the false prince txt] 📗

free it's soul to the
winds.
Sadness and sorrow, the pangs of despair,
you, the child the children revamp of the
mind, the conductor of the heart.
The soulful guardian from the eyes linger
the heart to heaven.
And the pinions you waft you rotate the
planetary system around, behind, and a
flash of light.
That bounces of the sun to the moon and
twirls the stars from gleaming,but to
that heart in heaven.
Let minds below fathom the depths, crushed
and crumbled the collision of worlds in
supremacy.
That no man wonder,nor excite to shake bodies
off the surface to amuse damsels, who orb in
gravitational ecstacy.
Hordes and droves, horses in flight by the powering idols molten in smoke, wickedly and
awkwardly, a phalanx probe the universe.
Therin you, gods upon chariots roaring flesh
into the night skies, baring teeth as creatures fall into adulation and reverence
of you, The Child the Children.
The ones in God's care by the angels of your
nominal presence in heaven.


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Publication Date: 12-29-2010

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