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Chris May 3
A foolish people has forgotten my light
I said , " Here is the Way, but they would not.
I said, "Pray for the Sabbath, but they would not
I said , "Do as I do, but they would not.
I said "There remains a  Sabbath for my people, but they would not .
Therefore their peace and their faith is taken away from them and they will walk in darkness until they acknowledge me
For anyone willing to hear or see
Cyg Xanadu Feb 29
Eat the meek,
My favourite feast.
Feeding on the fear.
I play my silent symphony,
One youll never hear.
Warping your reality,
Ive known many of your kind.
Leach into your sanity,
And seep into your mind.
Slip and slide into the night,
The darkness is my lair.
I serve my lord and master,
His one and only heir.

Dream demon
Nothings what it seems.
Dream demon
On deaf ears fall your screams.
Dream demon
Theres sickness in my stare.
Dream demon
In the darkness, in the air.

Hear me whisper in your ear.
Thoughts are getting dark,
Mind no longer clear.
My roots will penetrate your soul.
My parasite is hungry,
And begins to take control.
Oh, you fight hard to get free.
Your just a thought inside your head,
Your body belongs to me.

Dream demon
Nothings what it seems.
Dream demon
On deaf ears fall your screams.
Dream demon
Theres sickness in my stare.
Dream demon
In the darkness, in the air.

As the lesions fester your skin,
Teeth fall out and eyes grow dim.
Mind is frail and bones grow weak.
No one heeds the help you seek.
No one no one anywhere.
No one here is left to care.
Ylzm Sep 2019
Rest is Reprieve
   from the burdensome curse of futile toils
Rest is Restoration
   of the perfection of life freshly bloomed
Rest is Return
   from Edenic exile to its fullness of beauty
Rest is Remembrance
   of Seven, an artefact of Mind
   a Mystery and a Measure of Time
Rest is Today
   for as long as its Today
   until the Eighth Day dawns.
Ylzm Apr 2019
Every Seventh is a Rest.
The Day after the Seventh Sevens, a Renewal.
These are the Sevens of Days and Years,
Of Time marked by the Sun and Earth.

The Sevens of Moons is a Recursion
Every Seventh, a Seven, and is Half a Time,
The Fullness thereof, a Twelve.
And every Seventh, a Sacrifice.
R Dickson Mar 2015
Palm Sunday is upon us,
Christ's triumphant arrival,
A week before his death,
With no chance of survival,

Jesus died to save mankind,
On that Easter day,
Risen on the sabbath,
Risen from where he lay,

Doesn't look like mankind cares,
For what he did on that day,
With all the wars that's warring,
The world's in disarray.
marquida May 2014
allowing to
be pulled
flesh from bone
bone from soul
flesh being selfish
flesh being
eaten up
by God
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