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Yellow Shield
3-22-18

O. can one be a wolf translated by Raffel
With a yoke and at food in the morning
O, my darling my only life
What am I going to do with you
So I play it low again as to but allow the pen
So fame comes to men whom mean to win it
And today there are men at work for business as usual
God bless those snow trucks
Dreading another day of it
As to state how I feel about Lovecraft
Hoping she holds her food down again today
By a pen which with to play to raise the yellow shield
And draw the red sword and to be it
I shout silently O, praise the Lord
Seeing there is no more corruption.....





Next Lesson
3-22-18

Getting down my next lesson
Taking the pill hard to swallow
As so fame comes to those who know victory
Up at seven
Looks like we're going nowhere
Empty and aching
And there was one Antionah who told the story
Well empty and aching for Lovecraft and Signet classics
Just to look upon and stroke the cougar and smell the pages
All through the ages as Grendel saw that his strength was resenting him
Not as such disqualified in being human
And I'm found not spotless
Yea, my ruin vindicating all apostleship
Wrapped around shifting flames
Hoping someone will dig us out
Including our presidential suite the time is now
And the word is love
Eating of the things of the temple
The time is near
I get it all in perspective.....






On Matthew 14:34
3-22-18

With consciousness of the idol
Sweet thoughts tying elite knots
Savage new crying and desperate of apparent discrepancy
Somewhere we are as to bring forth fruit of repentance
As a good fighter in spiritual battles in our dirty little war
As people draw nigh as to settle the score
O, hear and understand as so all is planned to know mysteries in full
As last night's cookies are cast out in a draught
Lifting it high over my head slowly but surely beaten
How hard can it be in respects of what just is
Ten lines given to my doubts
And our lunge at the dragon
Getting back on our bandwagon
Over to the land of Gethsename
Looks like I did it again
Wonder after wonder
He is on the throne...





As Vindicated
3-22-18

God bless all shovellers of the white stuff
I have my eye on my girl
Looks like a yes go sooner or later
Day to day we ought to peace and now behold there cometh a life
We are saved to and not just from it
Departing to coasts of Sidon and Tyre
I wish I knew of the fire
So that I might share these rhymes with the choir
Four thousand ate besides women and children
All for the bread of doctrine spoken of as concerning bread
Not just in ones head to dream where all is done and said
Time to lather up
Hardy, hardy
I confront such
Beware of the leaven....