Sunday, March 1, 2020

Meroz

Bless Meroz
12-18-19

Curing inhabitants bitterly
Yet to bless them sweetly
Where He sank there and rose up again alive again
For another new pen by the guide's ground
Kings come and fight as to remain on ships
She brings out cream in a lordly bowl
For the plunder of garments and battles fought
Here in Aramageddon
O, bless Meroz for the warmth on his trail
Of dyed embroideries
Rifles in their cases kept to declare peace
May I borrow your time?
I suppose you don't want it back
In Tantrach as Issachar.....






Just Turning The Page
12-18-19

By the noise of archers
He was singing for me until I gain control again
Or another long day and great searchings of the heart
Yes, you start willingly with the people
Bless the Lord
How do I know if it is a lie
For mist to doze
God help me to keep up
The machines do most of the work
For the rich to proceed
And some days I have too much
God see me through for the torrents of Kishon
Now I do not realize what I've done for Apocalypse upheaval
There He sank....






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