Lets write.
I don't know?
If I must - supply the flow...
Tap it out have no doubt the messager knows what he's talking about
Did you see those robots
How they spoke
What they do..
Tell 'em son-
I am is the One.
They've got nothing on you.
No emotion no sixth sense.
Beware of the Spirit
Prepare your defence.
The occult creating blasphemous offence.
Standing in the holy place -
who will stand the wrath to come?
The blood will drain from their face.
They'll run to the rocks and crags
But there'll be no hiding place.
The beast speaks softly now
His time will come
When all connections are made
When all his knowledge is one
This god of precious stones
The work of mans hands
Forsaking the Lord
Evoking the curse
If you think it's bad now it can only get worse.
That's the scribble
Could be dribble
Take of it what you can
Not to say he told us so
Tswhtf.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 9th, 2024 09:37
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Comments3
Great write
By coincidence or not there were many film titles in this poem A most fun read. Nicely done
Amazing work!!
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