I am that mister oz oh see
the one who was told to speak of old
behold the hero or the foe
depending on which story told
a man which whispers truths so bold
Broken souls and hearts can mold
solid valid words on a palette it just matters how you have it
recently i revived a life of rhyming tortured soul
haunted maddend totally saddened yet with hope all goals can happen
go on live your life just like the sire with no oats to sow
or live your life in sin and pray forgiveness will be shown
got a fable with his name on it in the stable richest poor
Im enlisting brethren we furthering yet again
a message and a change that the blessed can attain
One can hope for only joy but at times we all feel pain
Because of him we will never truly be alone
Feel it tonight let it show
Hear my words hear my flow
Feel my hurt feel my woe
See my light see my glow
See me right see me grow
Pick up the pen and i just let my hand write
Ten out of ten and trends are my bends thats right
A synonym of benison is giving me a place to fight
triple seven Speaking is the weapon teaching lessons so divine
- Author: Phalyse phrophyt (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 20th, 2022 10:31
- Comment from author about the poem: some words and thoughts that came to be. when i was young and searching
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 13
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