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Satan's trying hard,
To break us apart my love,
But just remember,
God is mighty, He'll help us,
Let's do our part, DON'T GIVE UP.


And no matter what,
Let our hopes be burning bright,
That Satan will flee,
Let our knees be kneeling long,
He trembles when we're praying.


Remember my king,
I understand it's so hard,
Yes, I am aware,
But my hopes are in great shape,
And it will lift you up.


I am fully yours,
My love will be your carriage,
To heavenly realms,
I'll be your mighty refuge,
I'll keep you safe all the time.


Let's hang up our love,
Like the little stars at night,
That though in darkness,
We still are scintillating,
Bright ornament in the sky.


Trials and torment,
Are great and many my love,
Satan multi-task,
To successfully break us,
But that won't happen, too bad.


Lean our hopes to God,
And He will make it bigger,
Big enough to last,
Lay our patience to the Lord,
And He will make it wider.


I am sure my king,
That God is blessing this love,
And with all of that,
I knew He is finding ways,
For us to be together.


Soon my dearest,
We will be rewarded great,
'Cause we wait on God,
For His perfect time for us,
We will be beyond happy.


My dear, I love you,
And I will never give up,
I'll be by your side,
And will hold on tight to you,
I'll always do all for you.



with love <3


© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.

the sky on my back
is heavy now, and the thin light
a shadow.
i am perched in my godforsaken.
but my wings dare the holy
and my mind
tumbles up
like a last supper of glass worms
and extra ******
strychnine.

in the blink of an  I
there's a wink
with a slovenly iris...
and a dull pearl
*****-blissed
in the shattered tooth
of my gnawing
gob.

a low frequency
in the high place
of my moon ***** cul de sac...
and an exact replica
of my dispossessed
reflection... a memory
that forgets best
as it mulls over
and dwells more ******
than the asking price
of my naive
assurety.

it is perfect. and glum.
but the gem is the thing
on the tip my tongue -
seeking and slithering
betwixt.
it's a fixed
star.
or
some
awful charm
looming in the dismal
and lurid
in the
Carnival.

you
are the ghost
that feeds my starvation
and the means
to an end.

a complete drink of sour kindness.

lopping off heads
like a queen of knaves and barking mad
mittens.

it's very cold
where we come from...
but we go
back.

and to
return
is to
speak
a
lost word
where we
found
it...

leaping reason like a squirrel
to a bitter branch
where the apples
are stones
and the leaves
are not amazing
today*.