a calm before the massacre

a calm before the massacre

A Poem by joshua deathdealer
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07/2014

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Take me back inside Your bosom

 

For a while

 

Plant within me a tree

One that will grow its branches

Upwards towards Your sky

 

Fill me with an everlasting well

That I many drink freely of

Until the appointed time

 

When I will cut down the enemies

That have disgraced Your face

 

None shall prevail against me

 

The song that plays in my heart

Speaks gently of a victory to come


Of a return to You

 

© 2014 joshua deathdealer


Author's Note

joshua deathdealer
It's fixing to get dark.

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Ah so nice this one... to be one again with Gaia, and her creations, to grow simbolic as big, as a tree that will protect her... *also the ozon you protect here. * your message is well spread out here as branches in naturally high, instead of sattelites which destroy her face. Sharp message here. Very nicely done dear xx :)

- Elisa

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it is fixing to get very dark....there is a certain spirituality to this...those who care about and want to protect others...in the end, there will be victory...that tree will find the sky.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ah so nice this one... to be one again with Gaia, and her creations, to grow simbolic as big, as a tree that will protect her... *also the ozon you protect here. * your message is well spread out here as branches in naturally high, instead of sattelites which destroy her face. Sharp message here. Very nicely done dear xx :)

- Elisa

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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joshua deathdealer
joshua deathdealer

Casket City, FL



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"My trepidation of things past is not a song with a beginning, middle and end. But an endless symphony playing infinite variations on the same theme. One day of sadness fades into another and the .. more..

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