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As an inexplicable soul, Trapped behind bar's Of the flesh; I awaiteth to break Out of this worldly abode; Where mine wing's canst fly Far away from this nest. In a white robe to be dressed, In a Faraway home; soaring Peaks O' unknown, How the flowers Impress. None shackles to mine feet, Nor any chem trailed air; Just the sound's that Surround, their word's To flow through Mine hair. I'll use gold to write with, Silver to create its depth; O' I wilt cherish the saint's Of gods endless breath. Rose petals to be the paint, As the petals never die, Nor shalt the day turn into night, God is the sun, the moon, The light. I'll gaze the foreign, strange Sights, being no less Important, I wilt sing With the flowers, as they'll appreciate my Purpose. ©lonesome poet's poetry ©Brandon nagley
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Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 6:27 PM UTC
An inexplicable soul, trapped behind bars of the flesh.
As an inexplicable soul, Trapped behind bar's Of the flesh; I awaiteth to break Out of this worldly abode; Where mine wing's canst fly Far away from this nest. In a white robe to be dressed, In a Faraway home; soaring Peaks O' unknown, How the flowers Impress. None shackles to mine feet, Nor any chem trailed air; Just the sound's that Surround, their word's To flow through Mine hair. I'll use gold to write with, Silver to create its depth; O' I wilt cherish the saint's Of gods endless breath. Rose petals to be the paint, As the petals never die, Nor shalt the day turn into night, God is the sun, the moon, The light. I'll gaze the foreign, strange Sights, being no less Important, I wilt sing With the flowers, as they'll appreciate my Purpose. ©lonesome poet's poetry ©Brandon nagley
inexplicable: unable to be explained. Awaiteth:await. Abode: place of living, home. Mine: is my in archaic form. Canst:can. None: no. Chem trailed air : chemtrails, the forty plus chemicals our u.s gvt drops on us daily using commercial and military jets they poison us also the trails cover up (planet x, nibiru) dont know what thAt is look it up. Wilt:means will.
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Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 6:27 PM UTC
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