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Does your blood not move?
Nor your heart heave?
At a king's compassion
His helpless mercy

With honour does he rule
In trust he leads
Upon the enemy
He takes no pride

It is God's will
The people he serves
The king is a protector
Of lands and servants

With power he knights
And rules as he knows best
A righteous person
Who kneels in war to his Lord

A king does not **** a king
Nor a king severs a treaty
In peace he speaks
The greater good he seeks

With no choice they strived
Fought for many nights
Broke many walls
And shed lots of blood

A king who valued life
Grieved for his tribe
For the peace that was broken
Over the holy land of Jerusalem
By Arcassin Burnham

Left with past reminders like should i go back to the moment
when everyone was civilized?
The butterfly effect had nothing on the causes and tragedies
that opened up the peoples eyes,
choose better friends , keep your enemies closer than two mountains
slouching in the Himalayas,
like a stone brick wall filled with dead bodies even towards the top
where the satanists will dead hate ya,
stealing and killing is a motto for the young people that see chaos
in a troubled child's eyes,
Problems create problems in society when the people that we care
about the most tell us lies,
we're leaning towards the end of the road with a new set of toys and
the propaganda just grows stronger,
what happen to the unity and peace and the freedom of speech when
the troubles in the world gets darker,


As The waves crash down , i could see the future of a new age,
the children that'll grow up in a good home of good people and will
never take a break,
that will have all the teachings and serving the god that they praise,

we're all gonna die anyway , we're all gonna die anyway,
until we see the pearly gates.
©ABPoetry:RisenLP2017 ©ABPoetry2017.

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the fool in love, or the fool
who pines for it?*

have I not sat at the King's table,
for decades of eons, eons of millennia,
the mealy taste of the poverty of loneliness,
made the sweetbitter
and the meaningless
blander still
full surrendering to slow starvation of my
humanity

denied the rise and set,
the watch and the calendar,
the sundial inoperable,
masters of none,
there are distinguishing marks
upon this victim,
who no longer recalls refusing
love

just another dusty bust
of a man tough as
plaster

the mask of
going it alone
so well adhering
no longer masked
but his first skin

unlike him,
love poems
waterfall self-destructing,
suicide by self-erosion
and thereby
an everlasting guarantee
the answer be
he
who pines
and dies a little bit
daily
Life is scary because its unpredictable,
But then it is its mystery that gives hope.
When opportunity knocks,
Open the door,go through it..
Its discouraging when we realise we may not see tomorrow,so we just let life be and not feel like taking control,
But what we should realise is that we may actually see tomorrow and regret losing an opportunity..
Therefore whatever you can lay your hands on today,do it with your whole heart optimistically hoping that you will see the results of your work.
Life is unpredictable,its deep like that but its beautiful.. so much beauty we can find in it..
Be fulfilled,be blessed!
Failure
It's such a big word
One you'd try to avoid
If you knew how bad it was

Failure means trying
And good on you for that
Failure means losing
And it hurts so bad

Failure is not something anyone aims for
You never set out to meet
But sometimes it sweeps right in
And knocks you off your feet

Uninvited
Unplanned
You don't expect it
But fear it's presence

Lest it be forever
The defining before and after
There's no going back after this
Once you take that chance, it could really be over

The be all
And end all
Of possibilities you only dreamed of
The one where all the doors could be opened or slammed shut
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