Once, Buried in a pauper's grave.
With broken wings, but still we fly.
We not alone, its a different synergy.
One third of a holy trinity
Soaring through the sky,
We ooze a different energy.
Aroma of christ to God we are.
Such fragrance, A son of men.
Crucifix, the death of a demons den.
Abraham's seed & heirs,
We carry each other's burdens.
For we not conceited with oneself.
& Zealous as you are....
Your spirit & we is contemporary
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Shane & The Moon Diary [Completed]
Poetry'When Daniel said, "it's not me but God who interprets these dreams" I felt that", & so in the same manner I chose to glorify God with the little I know about poetry.
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