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Son: which way to war?
World: asked the soldiers of grace.
Son: Song!
Men: Of those that answered the call, soldiers of named grace, answer to name: Song! If grace to ever come to peace.
Son: Men answering thousand cries heared: Word to Song!
World: Be redemption day tears of rain to water the battlefields of soul to fall in love to heart break to holy.
World: Wardone! Third age since the reason to argue dead of lesser evils to become to die in selfdestruction soul not bare to be left a place to fill not designed to backbone or future or any public reason, till public still reason lost in the new world.
Son: Wordone! Song..
World: To love match ruthless. Lamb to sent to wolf as told
Son: Name..
Men: To sing about, many
World: The singing of taught to forward to heaven costs life, the song to honor a part to own verse to forever and all, died to overcome death, till one heared to sing. Till every hear shall sing all the heavens repeat: holy! Since.
Son: The Singing Father
Father: Son every song a brother recognized the company have a tune to sing and cry to teach
World: "February Song!" At march sang: "soldier of grace!" Said: "To ask if to know to be" "which ways to war?" Kept from cold a heart of worry, nohow to be bold. With boys sang "song of name to be" Song: Brother's brother called to answer be "which ways to the world." Fathers son call: "the world to end" In the song: "singing!"
World: The february song every night a bar or drunk or old man to recall by Lord made a law to not be a night not heared honored an angel to responsible.
Angel: Song! Called on men march the mountains
Song: "Which way to Heaven"
Angel: "Here!" From a hill side told to save, for Lord pleased.
Soldiers of name: Grace: the Dom
7th Son, Lord to verse the hymn:
Its the aesir to reason you
For matter of what soul
In due, is death that would
So dare yet find to cross.

Centories can mind or two
All at best be kept from
Ungrateful as bitter a fruit
Troubled aripe a venom.

In witt masterred the clue
For debt and till reason
Argued to name its value
Soul to have to be cost.

In wisdom weighted book
Soul saving of to worth
To practice become proof
Know to be of freedom.

Lived longer of any should
Worlds i come to know
New best call an every few
Hours twelve twice both.

Willed to call self introduced
Before far of every soul
Knew had language of tune
Come art supreme form.

Read from eyes all in true
Come to the collector
Due of gods understood
To proverbs skeleton.

Built from word time root
Come every ending of
Too late be the too soon
A home a rest a world.

Its the aesir to be excused
Work be lovemade word
New as dread as powerful
To be as limitless unknow

Written secret mirrorview
All charms willin souls
Rule in a spell more true:
Of right to be to, calls:

To be: RIGHT in the DUE -
PROVERB - SKELETON.
Your phone is my Camera on buses, in stores, on the streets,
Every step tracked, no place to retreat from you all.
Our privacy given away to tech, no fight no question
yet you like the fool you are push my video camera from  your space
telling me I have no right to film you face to face.
You sold our souls for the convenience of now,
But what’s left of us? Where’d we go, and how?

We Serfs in polos, the white-collar star bucks ******,
Spoiled and arrogant, we’ve all been scammed.
Cell phones killed the magic its gone, the mystery slain,
All answers in pixels, no room for your tiny underused brain.

Spoiled, pampered, entitled, and mentally neutered by the over-processed, corporate-approved content that’s spoon-fed through algorithms, YouTube, and Facebook clones of clowns social media vampires soulless and genderless. They’re stuck in an adult-sized version of what should have been childhood  Disney lessons, but all those lessons are blurred and neutered into sheeple mediocrity. Coddled, wrapped in mommies ouch free band aides and tear free shampoo. Constantly bought and sold and always told their feelings are the center of the universe, and now they’re the ones mindlessly chanting “Team One Direction” and “Big Time Rush Forever.”  The same kids who were never " bullied", never pushed to confront anything challenging, or forced to step outside their comfort zones. Phone out , click take that ***** picture, then run and tell and post all the " bad men " from a one sided fairy tale mirror. Everything curated, everything moderated, safe from the harshness of life, only to grow into adults who are still trapped in the glow of their ‘safe spaces,’ feeding on pre-packaged, consumer-friendly fluff. Making office life unbearable for real men and even worse voting and making laws. Still can't sleep without a night light. As the prison door slams again, another unwanted pregnancy.

All our faces are known, in an instant, they’re there,
A snapshot, a database, no secrets to spare.
The world’s all exposed, no corner too dark,
We film every moment, every spark.
In an instant you have my address, my job
and all the rest. Stalker fantasy
psychotic and legal and plain to see.

A Karen’s outburst, a cop gone wrong,
We post it, we share it, we sing it in song.
No mystery left, no quiet refrain,
Just constant noise, the endless campaign.

We’re all content now, our worth measured in likes,
Trapped in the web, shackled by swipes.

Participation trophies, and the sanitized comfort of never feeling a real blow. The ones who grew up on Disney-fied lessons, where nothing’s too hard, nothing’s too real—just bright, happy images, perfect for minds that were never asked to do anything for themselves. Diary of A Wimpy kid poster children. Glamorized and loving it. Bedazzled soccer mom minivan Blaring Brittany.

The same people who never learned to think for themselves  now telling you what to think and giving YOU the life time ban. Because the world around them was designed to stop them from ever having to try  to cry or question why. When everything’s curated by the Google and Chat GPT A.I., when the world fits into a neat little echo chamber of controlled opinions, there’s no room for independent thought, no need to fight for your identity. Who are you anyway ? It doesn't matter.  Go do your project in a group as A group.

No wonder they’re  all so eager  to cry and tattle like the sissies they are all overweight  tools, easily satisfied with plastic idols, mindless likes, and a world that offers everything delivered to their doors on an Amazon Jeff Bezos ***** rocket  silver platter. It’s the loudest, most vapid echo of a  monetary , greed society that’s already prostituted  itself. Toddlers in Tiaras . Cash me outside.
Her mer gerd.

From " Friends " to Highschool Musical.
Trump truly is what you deserve.
Steve Page Nov 2024
Be like Pooh!
Gorge you way through
the gospel til you are full.
Relish its sweetness.
Feast on its goodness.
Let it so stain your lips
that your friends will insist
that your appetite is insatiable,
that you are incapable
of living any life
that is not fully sweetened
by the honey of the gospel.
Taken from a line heard at a Christian conference.
Maria Diola May 2024
Blinded by her own sins
She was walking in darkness
But she met the Light of the world
Who shone His light in her heart
Then her eyes were opened
And she saw the path of life
Then Jesus spoke to them again, saying, “I am the light of the world. He who follows Me shall not walk in darkness, but have the light of life.” (John 8:12)
You will show me the path of life; In Your presence is fullness of joy; At Your right hand are pleasures forevermore. (Psalms 16:11)
Maria Diola May 2024
"Not guilty! God threw away my sins into the sea. Christ became a curse for me when He hung on a tree," declared a sinner turned saint.

"Free at last, I'm no longer bound by the past. I'm a new creation man, thrilled to follow God's plan," exclaimed a freed soul.

"I'm complete, God's love is so sweet. He fixed what was broken, and promised I won't be forsaken," sang a healed heart.

"So blessed, my soul is at rest. In Christ, I have victory over the works of the enemy," shouted a champion.

God gave them His kiss of redemption, and they experienced true liberation.

Come to His table, your life will turn around. He is willing and able, for His grace abounds.
"The Kingdom of God is near! Repent of your sins and believe the Good News!" (Mark 1:15)
Maria Diola May 2024
The light of the Gospel shone
In her heart so broken and torn
Where sin was king enthroned
God made His only Son known
Divine being on earth was born
Became human, an object of scorn
Suffered and died on the cross forlorn
But death and grave were overthrown
In resurrection, Spirit power was shown
Her sins atoned, He calls her His own
The greatest act of love she's ever known
When we were utterly helpless, Christ came at just the right time and died for us sinners. Now, most people would not be willing to die for an upright person, though someone might perhaps be willing to die for a person who is especially good. But God showed his great love for us by sending Christ to die for us while we were still sinners. (Romans 5:6-8)
nyant Oct 2023
Cautious where my heart's placed,
careful where I show face,
when we reach the final lap,
start to see the true pace.
Tired of being surprised need to be harmless yet wise.

Jew wish to share the good fortunes,
the gossip makes the muzzle tight,
First you hear a lot of bark,
waiting till you bear the bite.
Tired of being surprised need to be harmless yet wise.

Can't always be right or liked,
the pallbearer to one who digs their own grave,
can't liberate one who sees freedom in chains,
Let me disclaim that I'm often the same,
I'll pause the refrain.

Starting to see a pattern feeling like an omnibus,
getting harder to know who to trust,
fool me twice shame on both of us,
I needed real ones to get me out my slum,
better wounds from friends than enemy hisses,
the certainty of a brides than volatile mistresses.
Tired of being surprised need to be harmless yet wise.

Bottom line is teeth are bones,
many playing an act like clones,
standing in glass yet throwing stones,
friends are few but fear is fatal,
thread between child-like and childish,
faith is so neonatal.
Tired of being surprised need to be harmless yet wise.

Learning where to seek applause,
not trying to make enemies without a cause,
best to make amigos but never know who i might offset when i take off,
need discernment to see the cain while I'm still able,
cause even if my blood cries,
I know it's been paid for.
Tired of being surprised need to be harmless yet wise.

"When Christ calls a man he bids him to die."
Though it doesn't sound like the most bonne offer it takes away the fear of the grave,
grace would have a hollow cost if no price was paid,
the hand of ****** would still leave a thirst for retribution,
Dietrich knew the true ruler of the people,
the one who holds the keys,
which is why he confidently said before he was sent to be hung for protecting the young,
"this is the end – for me the beginning of life."
1 Peter 2:20-24 1 Corinthians 15:55-57
Deep within her stare value-laden eyes bare
Thou liketh compete with disciplined man
Prim proper equanimity assembled as plan
Serve glory to God; begone any despair

Grasping thy reality of excellence profound
Access vast depth of emotion- drowned
Dangling medals reaching out to touch
Through tranquility, stand by your ground

He pushed me open like a book untold
Words of the gospel used by mean
Daring as His veracity He loved me as bold
By sworn duty, I shall perpetually convene
this is an excerpt that i’ve been wanting the world to read.
it has been a while since the last time that i posted.
welcome back to me, i guess?
Steve Page Jun 2023
It’s early – the dominant sun rises, giving
a growing warmth as the urgent seeds dive deep
and the faithful sower dips his head,
dips his hand on repeat and sweeps his graceful arm
away from his small stomach, from his shrinking satchel,
trusting the seed to the sun
and working his way back to the feast.
See Vincent van Gogh's painting The Sower.
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