Poetry

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Work thy foot till the day dies
Bath in the sunset of thy doom?
The soothing relief that comes
As the moon sizzles the ocean
A dawn of peace as rest beckons


Then your hidden self reflects;


Upon this earth existed a written time,
People that made a nation of faith hood
Oh!the mockery that reality hums
Why can't you command the ocean
And your shaking words,it honours?


Then your spiritual ego deflates


If you were to try breaking the ice,
It takes your power as it slips through
The religion in you feels numb
All before the eyes of the ocean
The written words cry out of horror

"Don't try it" says the ocean's eyes
It adds "the end of your life looms"
Drowning and death the little you sums,
Your self bowing to the ocean's
Not a single rebuke to utter


The power with the Christian
And the Christian with the power
Faith with the believers
And the believers with the faith
The worship from the believer
And the believer from the worship

All,now,empty!

A timeline of Christian vs time
The fall as it approaches modern hood
The passing or the receiving,which is wrong
For we can no longer walk on the ocean
Lest we are prepared to make our people forlorn.

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