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DANASH MARX KRAFTSMAN III The Knight, She calls me – The Nightingale, She calls Us. The Raven - It causes me – To Cry out – Evermore! Oh My Lost Love – Are you lost to me - Evermore Taken - No Whisked away - to settle a score Beneath the only honest moon Harvest Red, a child gone too soon Rachel cries out in the streets Echoing reminders of little feet Running on my kitchen floor This – My heart – MY lost Lenore My pain Evermore Thus – My heart – Shattered Perhaps on some far plutonian shore Where the raven’s beak – kisses Me soft, Like a tapping or a rapping – upon my door. Or a window lattice The only sound- Evermore! You my father – Poetry A muse forever dark. Melody - My mother Lit an eternal Spark David with his Laments And Solomon with his Keys Everything I ever wanted Was to please – THEE. Therefore- ever-more Father, Son, and Breath of Life, Spirit - Holy - That soothes my mind run rife The Father, Jehovah, Yaweh, Alpha and Omega - Thank you - You tell me of my life and heart You keep me from falling completely apart Jesus Christ, My Lord and Savior Keeps me out of mortal danger He holds me close by His side whenever I feel the need to hide Evermore. Evermore Evermore I am healed. I can feel I will be elated I will not be jaded I will find a new ground to break I will hold the smile I was going to fake I will let the mask drop at will I have always been a Christian, and I love God still Evermore He loves me Evermore He'll hold me Evermore He lets me see Evermore Evermore Ever...More...
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Dec 27, 2025
Dec 27, 2025 at 4:41 AM UTC
HOMAGES' INHERITANCE
DANASH MARX KRAFTSMAN III The Knight, She calls me – The Nightingale, She calls Us. The Raven - It causes me – To Cry out – Evermore! Oh My Lost Love – Are you lost to me - Evermore Taken - No Whisked away - to settle a score Beneath the only honest moon Harvest Red, a child gone too soon Rachel cries out in the streets Echoing reminders of little feet Running on my kitchen floor This – My heart – MY lost Lenore My pain Evermore Thus – My heart – Shattered Perhaps on some far plutonian shore Where the raven’s beak – kisses Me soft, Like a tapping or a rapping – upon my door. Or a window lattice The only sound- Evermore! You my father – Poetry A muse forever dark. Melody - My mother Lit an eternal Spark David with his Laments And Solomon with his Keys Everything I ever wanted Was to please – THEE. Therefore- ever-more Father, Son, and Breath of Life, Spirit - Holy - That soothes my mind run rife The Father, Jehovah, Yaweh, Alpha and Omega - Thank you - You tell me of my life and heart You keep me from falling completely apart Jesus Christ, My Lord and Savior Keeps me out of mortal danger He holds me close by His side whenever I feel the need to hide Evermore. Evermore Evermore I am healed. I can feel I will be elated I will not be jaded I will find a new ground to break I will hold the smile I was going to fake I will let the mask drop at will I have always been a Christian, and I love God still Evermore He loves me Evermore He'll hold me Evermore He lets me see Evermore Evermore Ever...More...
If there is a therefore look back to see what it is There For. From my grandad, a pastor. He told me, Text without Context is mere Pretext. :D Happy Holidays Poetry People!
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AshleyBCampriani
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AshleyBCampriani
32/F/American
Dec 27, 2025
Dec 27, 2025 at 4:41 AM UTC
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