Topic: A Sonnet for Principled Heathens | |
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A Sonnet for Principled Heathens
I am not one of God’s Chosen, Yet I fight his battles; I have never followed Moses, Yet I threw Rameses from his saddle Into the Red Sea collapsing within; Priests, Shamans, Imams turn me away As Beelzebub’s charge, riddled with sin Yet call upon I when Xerxes marches their way For Holy Hands will condemn but not shed Immortal blood for fear of becoming the same; Without a spear they simply lay in bed Without a fear, without a care, without cowardice shame. In the dust, Lord, do I wish I could leave them, But that is not the code of a Principled Heathen. Adam James Taylor 03/02/2018 |
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Any feedback?
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Edited by
Robxbox73
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Sun 03/04/18 09:53 AM
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Wow powerfull!
The duality of man in his eternal search for Peace.....I really like it. |
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Thank you Rob! I offended some people with that one :P
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