Every morning he praise the king
His mercy he seem to implore
In church good things he bring
And say the king shall reign evermore.
At night he goes searching for prey
At his command he restore
He Ransome host on their way
Evil ways he adore.
At night Judah's lion burst his chain
Every time he need to go with head
And cry aloud through deaths domain
To wake the imprisoned dead.
He is the wolf of the night
Grazing,resting everything on the ground
But fears the shepherds might
When he comes around.
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PoesíaA collection of poems about love, life, nature,pain. it is intriguing,erotic... The power of words will blow your mind.. And yes, it is written in the simplest of diction.
