"sayest" poems
i.
Iniibig kita
Mahal Kita;
Minamahal Kita,
Iniirog kita.
ii.
Here do I cometh, I'm on mine way. The skies art clear tonight, just a tint of fine gray; though I spread mine plumage, fracture the tone, I knoweth one day, O' verily one day- I'll findeth mine way home.
And I thinkest, when I findeth the bungalow, I wilt rest, after long
Passage alone. As thou I wilt bestow, mine Lip's on thy own; quietly humming, Sayaw tayo?
iii.
A Tagal na ah, a Tagal na ah, now I'm here mine love, I've made it mine queen; some sayest dream's don't cometh true, Only if the other's couldst find; they discern science, just not the sign's of the times.
Though we behold, the spirit and soul, and ourn creator, the crowned head of the world's; Hallowed be his name, Yahweh, father Jehovah, known also Elohim. His son Yeshua ha'mashiach, English language "Jesus the anointed one". The son above all son's. Jane, mine queen.
iv.
Iniibig kita
Mahal Kita;
Minamahal Kita,
Iniirog kita.
Tagal na ah
Tagal na ah;
Now in thy
Grip, with
Mine kiss,
On thy Lip's
I place mine
Vow's. O'
Yadid, yadid,
Never let me go
Agapi mou-
Zoi mou,
Se latrevo
Mine queen.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( àgapi mou) dedication
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 12:07 AM UTC
i.
Tis, tis, the first Christmas
With mine queen;
Tis, it is, mi amour
And her king.
ii.
Tis, though distances
Shalt separate;
Verily I sayest
Mine Reyna,
Thou art
Right in mine
Heart and soul.
Tis this is ourn
Fate.
iii.
Soon O' soon, we shalt
Hath a dinner date;
With yellow roses to
Wrap thine neck,
And mine kisses
To become to thee,
As peaceful sedate.
iv.
As tis, I wilt wait
In death, or in life
To bow on one knee,
To court thee mine queen;
To maketh thee in person
v.
Mine queen and mine wife.....
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 4:16 PM UTC
Tis I am just a man, a boy if thou want to sayest, a foolish lad; who hast hurt his blessing of a queen.
Tis I am just a man, a sinner, a prehistoric bringer; of sorrows
Where bird's dont sing.
O' wretched man I am; overlooking this perfect flower, she's arrayed as a petal neath the tropical hours.
O' im just the rain that brings the flood of many woes.
I wish, O' how I wish, I couldst pour all contentment and merriment into her lonesome soul.
Tis she's the rainbow, I the dusky storm. O' how her glow maketh mine day's liveable; O' how her voice is opulent galore.
If only she knew, she is mine better, mine best; mine breath of yellow dew.
Though I've not shown her the worth that she is; mine trials and tribulations hast become
mine abyss.
Though I shalt get through
This passage of gloom.
With God All is possible;
Even being set free from this tomb.
Tis I am just a man, a boy if thou want to sayest, a foolish lad.
Who if couldst wouldst start all afresh; re-giving mine love, and to get all mine best.
How a simpleton ive been;
To not seest heaven's eastern gem, glimmer her perfect wing's, for mine foolishness, these word's shalt I sing.
(Goes into song form, words "I love you jane, please forgive me" sung in spanish, greek, cebuano, tagalog/filipino).......
(Spanish)
Te amo jane,
por favor perdoname.
(Greek)
Se 'agapó Jane,
Se parakaló synchóresé me.
(Cebuano)
ako nahigugma kanimo Jane,
palihug pasayloa ako.
(Tagalog/filipino)
Mahal kita jane,
patawarin mo ako.
©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry
©earl Jane nagley dedication (agapi mou dedicated)
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 6:54 PM UTC
She knoweth what I'm going to sayest
Before I sayest it;
She understandeth mine heart and pain
Before mine blood displayeth it;
She layeth me to sleep
When I get sleepy;
She layeth her head virtually upon mine chest
When I'm in weeping;
She Whisper's she loveth me
Before I canst speaketh it back;
When I'm on the wrong road, losing direction to mine soul,
Her and God get me back on track;
When I feeleth lonesome
She filleth up that lonesomeness;
When the anguish get's noisome
She giveth me her all, her best.
Earl Jane nagley is mine soulmate
Tis I'm more than blessed;
We art both preordained, from the beginning, eternal flame's
We art life, life is us, we art soulmates.
Indeed......
We art soulmates!!!
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication ( Filipino rose) soulmate of mine
©Hari and Reyna incorporated
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 7:15 PM UTC
Some may sayest
I'm what they
Calleth, a conspiracy
Theorist.
Verily I sayest
I'm what I calleth
A conspiracy
Realist;
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Prophetic poetry
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 12:51 AM UTC
Oh hopeless romantic
Wouldst thou walk for thy love?
Hopeless romantic,
Thou may sayest that thou would live for her,
Yet shalt one die?
Oh hopeless romantic
Wouldst thou kiss her in front of the crowd?
To embarrassed art thou?
Thy mouth speaks openly,
Yet thy heart dont seem to loud!
Romantic
Wouldst thou dine with her in bath?
Bubbles and wine glass
As two da Vinci's of new days age!!!
Romantic
Thou art to a slave
To moribund days as I!!!
Romantic
Get the beam out of thy eye
For thou canst see clearly!!!
Hopeless romantic
Thou may buyeth her roses
Yet does thou pick out its thorns?
Canst handle truth?
Hearts torn?
Romantic,
Wouldst thou give thy other half thy soul?
For she is gold,
And thou art aluminum!!
Still dumbed!
Canst thou see the queen up on high beside thou?
Forgetful hopeless romantic!!
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 12:05 PM UTC
Mine lily of the valley, mine lotus of the unrestrained.
Mine Senna alata, mine allay of human angst;
Mine Kalinaw in mine Stygian juncture's,
Mine Kaulayaw aloft the extraterrestrial
Structures. Mine Paraluman that giveth me these word's to writeth, the one that bringeth me excite;
In mine core thou art invited.
Mine Kundiman by which I replay in this skull,
Mine hand of time, mine angelic mind-
That I do learn from.
Mine Makisig precious stone, undug from the clay,
Mine, all mine, I canst sayest it all day.
Mine past, present, future; woman of now, forever's our's
Mine Jane. O' how Dalisay, O' how Dalisay, doth ourn water run sparkling; Only because mine love, we sip it as queen and king. One time soon, to shareth wedded ring's, wherein the pain's of the now; art gone and unforseen.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry'
©Earl jane sardua Nagley ( àgapi mou) dedicated
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 10:16 PM UTC
I said: ‘Nay, pluck not,—let the first fruit be:
Even as thou sayest, it is sweet and red,
But let it ripen still. The tree’s bent head
Sees in the stream its own fecundity
And bides the day of fulness. Shall not we
At the sun’s hour that day possess the shade,
And claim our fruit before its ripeness fade,
And eat it from the branch and praise the tree?’
I say: ‘Alas! our fruit hath wooed the sun
Too long,—’tis fallen and floats adown the stream.
Lo, the last clusters! Pluck them every one,
And let us sup with summer; ere the gleam
Of autumn set the year’s pent sorrow free,
And the woods wail like echoes from the sea.’
2k
i.
mahal ko
No matter how long it shalt taketh to meet;
I wilt wait an eternal span.
ii.
amica mea
I shalt be in long-suffering;
To kiss thine feet, on mine knee's and hand's.
iii.
Mo grá
Through ourn waiting;
I shalt taketh thine incise, and warm thee with fire taking thy ice.
iv.
mon amour
Mine spirit is thy window;
Mine soul is open to thee alway's as thy door.
v.
agápi̱ mou
I loveth thee, forever mine queen;
Just sayest that thou loveth me to, forever we shalt be.
©Brandon Nagley
©Earl jane Nagley dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 8:02 PM UTC
Somewhither, we wilt meet,
Whether afore mine
Ending; maybe in the
Hereafter's passage,
gramercy to god,
babes once again
Reborn in the
Perfection of
Love-
None struggling to
Survive, nor push
And shove; we'll
Be happy to gaze
At the exquisite
shimmer's. Ourn
Thought's wilt
Burst of unearthly
Features. With un-
Earthly teacher's we'll
Meet along the way,
Abraham, Issac and
Jacob; Paul, Daniel,
Ezekiel to. Enoch to
Sit the riverbanks of
Life, whilst the seraph's
Sway to ancient live tunes.
None mockery of yeshua
Christ, inside this holy
Place- many mock him now,
And the Prophet's yell loud,
Though many shut their ear's,
As their fear's they eat on
Dog's puked up plates.
I sayest lift up thy voices
Oracle's, prophesy to the
End's of the gates, the time
Is now, the day of salvation
Is today. Jane, ourn lord
Wilt call, with Gabriel's horn to
Be the precursor; of mankind's
Fate. A heavenly date it shalt be.
O' a heavenly date;
2016.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Prophetic poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated( agapi-mou)
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 10:10 PM UTC
--Proverbs xxiv. 11, 12.
1.
I have done I know not what,--what have I done?
My brother's blood, my brother's soul, doth cry:
And I find no defence, find no reply,
No courage more to run this race I run
Not knowing what I have done, have left undone;
Ah me, these awful unknown hours that fly
Fruitless it may be, fleeting fruitless by
Rank with death-savor underneath the sun.
For what avails it that I did not know
The deed I did? what profits me the plea
That had I known I had not wronged him so?
Lord Jesus Christ, my God, him pity Thou;
Lord, if it may be, pity also me:
In judgment pity, and in death, and now.
2.
Thou Who hast borne all burdens, bear our load,
Bear Thou our load whatever load it be;
Our guilt, our shame, our helpless misery,
Bear Thou Who only canst, O God my God.
Seek us and find us, for we cannot Thee
Or seek or find or hold or cleave unto:
We cannot do or undo; Lord, undo
Our self-undoing, for Thine is the key
Of all we are not though we might have been.
Dear Lord, if ever mercy moved Thy mind,
If so be love of us can move Thee yet,
If still the nail-prints in Thy Hands are seen,
Remember us,--yea, how shouldst Thou forget?
Remember us for good, and seek, and find.
3.
Each soul I might have succored, may have slain,
All souls shall face me at the last Appeal,
That great last moment poised for woe or weal,
That final moment for man's bliss or bane.
Vanity of vanities, yea all is vain
Which then will not avail or help or heal:
Disfeatured faces, worn-out knees that kneel,
Will more avail than strength or beauty then.
Lord, by Thy Passion,--when Thy Face was marred
In sight of earth and hell tumultuous,
And Thy heart failed in Thee like melting wax,
And Thy Blood dropped more precious than the nard,--
Lord, for Thy sake, not ours, supply our lacks,
For Thine own sake, not ours, Christ, pity us.
1.5k
i.
Zoi mou, how mine nourishment
Cometh from the great I am;
As his sentience he gaveth
Thee, to breatheth life in-
to me; for before I was
Just a man.
ii.
Beforetime, mine
mien was gloom-
And doom, no albedineity whitewashed mine room,
Amorevolous was just a word to be spelt, not having it close to me; just a moment of REM sleep.
iii.
Agapi mou, now I've been broken loose,
Mine once dolor, hath formed with color;
It shineth of yellow, and angelic ivory
Pearl.
iv.
Anasa mou, I'm purring now, pofray swathes
Mine veins; Moro mou of younger shade.
Matia mou, O' Matia mou, mine Jane hath
Entered, inside mine blue's.
v.
Jane O' Jane, sayest I
Thelo to thou, thelo to thee;
Omorfia mou,
Kardia mou,
Psihi mou,
Thelo O'
Thelo.
©Brandon Nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( àgapi mou) dedication
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 9:32 PM UTC
Verily
I sayest;
Verily tis true,
Mine dearest queen Jane
For thee mine amour' is true.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 1:25 PM UTC
Sayest the name
"Jesus"
Openly in a crowd;
Seest how many mock
Thee, and how many
Shalt stick around.
I asketh thee reader,
The one breathing
In mine word's;
From whom doth
Thou get thy
Living water
From;
Yeshua
Or the world?
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 10:14 PM UTC
i.
Detained, I am not
Enslaved in chain's;
I've broken those long ago;
Twas I was loosed,
By mine Earl Jane.
Mine Zion
Mine nirvana
From God.
ii.
Abandon her I shan't
She's the aye, in wholesome array;
Filipino by morn', winged one born,
Atop her green mountain view way.
Her baguette flake's falleth from her spanned plumule shadowy shade: whilst I kiss her feet, mine joyous tear's cleaneth her toe's, whilst on mine knee's, she smileth at me, whilst I sayest " I loveth thee more" she argue's back its her most.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication ( filipino rose)
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 9:36 AM UTC
Who should i say my heart is given to?
The rose of my garden which has such beautiful petals
Who bestows an aroma only fit for angels
Or should i say the beauty that hath slayen the beast
The fairest of fair which chose an undeserving me
Oh who oh who should i sayest art thou?
Who keeps the key, that locks my heart.
Who has become the reason i now chirp with love
Oh who oh who is this maiden?
Oh who is my love
who is my angel
Jul 6, 2010
Jul 6, 2010 at 12:02 PM UTC
Sayest timshel from leaf and vine
You keep yours and I’ll keep mine
I vow not to be a shoulder to cry on
A balm to that Sartrean dis-ease
At which even he would shake his head.
Can you choose when things are weighted
By our stones a lapis and gold?
Of truncations of freedom to you
Even seem old? You, you step back
From the depths, from your behest
For know you are learned, deserved, and
White, your struggles aren’t so lead
Lament, can I, at no progress
Being the same in thought, though
Practice, marked indifference. We are
Not free, nor are we doomed
Rail against thyself and bear
And bite your teeth at the cord.
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 11:45 PM UTC
Moxie after a short nap,
crescive energy from the
Cream-sugared taste; Java
A-plenty.
Another minute to
Waste; for this life's
Not long enough.
A coy wouldst be nice,
For tis I am human,
A convive with
Scented candles,
Bare feet; none
Shoes nor sandal.
I seekest contemning
Not more doubts and
In tears to be oceans
For swimming; but
Like a newborn, I
Want to be rocked
In one's arm's, and
Fingertips touching,
Two separate souls
Connecting, as mine
Legs cross with one,
Side to side; arm to
Arms. Mine hand
Over ones hips,
Tightly squeezing.
Lips bitten a bit
For kiss, a gentle
Bleeding, two-
Hearts beating,
Becoming one
Flesh, ones head
Resting upon this
Ancient chest. To
Kiss one's forehead,
And sayest (hey mine
Queen), wakie wakie
Mine love, tis the morn,
I made thee breakfast-
Toast with butter, jelly,
Eggs with cheese on
On top; hot coffee.
Id stroke ones hair
Mine fingers caress
One's scalp and head.
I'll just stop before I
Keep going, these art
Just wantings kept un-
Said. I think I'll just go
Back to bed. I think I'll
Get lost in mine head.
© Brandon nagley
© Lonesome poets poetry
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 8:41 PM UTC
I knoweth I'm in love;
Whenever mine Reyna's gone, mine thought's of her never end
I knoweth I'm in love;
When mine queen start's crying, mine soul feeleth as dying death
I knoweth I'm in love;
When I goeth to sayest one word, and mine rose completeth it
I knoweth I'm in love;
Mine eye's art shut, picturing mine lass on the side of mine waist
I knoweth I'm in love;
When it's her eye's I seeketh to look into, to tasteth her taste
I knoweth im in love;
We sing to eachother, turneth on one another, Melodie's in peace
I knoweth I'm in love;
I'll waiteth a thousand, million, billion, quadrillion, forever
I knoweth I'm in love;
She maketh me smile, laugh, happy, dance, do thing's I don't do
I knoweth I'm in love;
She's inspiring, always reminding me, of an amour so true
I knoweth I'm in love;
When I breathe, tis her breathe, every second is best, with her
I knoweth I'm in love;
With her I'm in heaven, the world I do forget, chariot of celestial's
I knoweth I'm in love;
The star's rest on her back, the moon her head, the sun her lip's
I knoweth I'm in love;
She attract's me in all way's, tis she's mine night and day, light
I knoweth I'm in love;
We art one spirit, one abode, one all, one at home
I knoweth im in love;
She alway's forgiveth me, as tis, I alway's forgiveth her
I knoweth were in love;
When she sayest back, " I loveth thee most, I sayest " ME MORE".
I knoweth I'm in love..........
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 8:44 PM UTC
i.
Long agone
Whence mine snivelling;
Mine heart throbbed, tis the world was a stab by Satan's ****
ii.
Amiss was I
Seeking in all the wrong places;
As they sayest, when it's we who don't seeketh, good cometh.
iii.
Foolish I was, to search and gander
I kneweth amour was real, where was it sleeping;
In a house, under the sea, in celestial safekeeping's?
iv.
Though I hadst a vision long ago, of what mine Reyna wouldst
Looketh like, tan-sand skin, a holy creature, no sin, dark sensual eyes; dusk hair of silk midnight, goddess frame, lip's of flame's.
v.
Her laugh untamed, she's wild and free, Asiatic doll of jaw-dropping string's, she's wrapped in tropical tree's, she bringeth me to mine knee's, as I'm her hari, she's mine queen, an her soul;
The brightest star in all of the heavenly father's universe........
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley/mine-angel dedication
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 6:51 PM UTC
*I could still hear the humming in the darkness
Of twilight with a touch of ruby from dying dusk
It wasn't something that to know you had to ask
I was in love with her eyes that twitched with star like uniqueness
He was a gamble I always wanted to make
Even if all odds in the book said different
They said my heart would eventually break
But greened off their warnings with a leaf pigment
Saying hallo was something hard to come by
Since I knew it all comes wrapped in goodbye
But with her it was as if a swirling force field pushed me to try
When her teary eyes suddenly started to cry
To be honest seeing him stare at me filled with fear
Filled my Soul with a chilling emotion I couldn't fathom
And flooded my eyes couldn't see clear
And he stood in fixation up my shirt button
I smiled trying to submerge the submarine of despair
And shifted my eyes from her ******* to her shoes
Triggering a deeper fascination for she had a beautiful pair
Henceforth could not cut my nervousness loose
They say let the prince charming do all it takes
To secure his heart what for it desires
But watching his trembling fingers and body shakes
I was compelled to help my warewolf deal with his fool moon fires
Haven't set eyes on such a fair skin and face like sunrise
Probably since the dawn of mine eyes
What little does my mind to bring forth thee better speech
And I rice farmer in the swamp of foolishness,nervousness being the leech
Alas! Weep not your stolen speech if thou sayest facts
For what maiden alive would not slay but love
To witness such mesmerizing but charming acts
Which my scarred heart doth not deserve?
Be not unfair to thyself fair one for flowers bloom
At sunshine of your beauty quick as they manifest afore a bride and groom
Matching down the Holy Isle after they art vowed
Thou deserve more for like petals of roses thou art endowed*
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 7:16 AM UTC
i.
Thou alway's
Sayest;
Thou art not enough;
ii.
Thou alway's sayest
Thou doth
Not do much;
iii.
Thou alway's
Sayest;
I couldst do better.
iv.
Hush mine love
Thou art good enough;
To thee, mine queen,
This is thy love letter.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedicated
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 7:10 AM UTC
When the world ends
and we all stand
sayeth "dost thou"
for dost thou say
we shall
In the end
we seek to exist
to begin again
and then we pray
hoping it will all end
Then again
dare I say
to seek
to hear
to wonder
or
dare I long for the word
to dream
What sayest thou, almighty?
Shall it be
or will it set me free
Free of the world
free to be
free, just as me
and you
settling
wondering
trying
seeking for ways
never to see it through
To the bitter end
it has already begun
But at the end
it only serves to begin again
When will it send
I seek as thou knowest
and when you try to say
all I see again
is the bitterness of the end
Does it all mean
to be
or to be as it was
Where again will I find
the thrills that were once on my mind
these days they do nothing,
not even dream
And in dreams they say
it's more of the same
as they seek change
to have it all remain again
I should keep going
for no one knows
and if I look back
I'll fear hitting send
Who cares
or do they even mean
to mean what they mean
Do they even see
that in between there is
and always will be
stillness therein
On days I wonder
I bother to say all these nothings
and would have it no other way
What will they read now
into the nothing that was said
should it be written
words spoken
to have it all said again
Would they even wonder?
Do they even know?
Can they even fathom?
Can they ever know?
What does it all mean
all this that's said to be
I dare not think again
for nothing there will let me do
as I please
but oh please
it still means nothing to me
When the cold of a winter's storm
when all that passes begins to fade
when solemn hands do cry
oh what a winter's night
inside
but never will they delight
in pleasures left behind
Does it mean what I say
do I even say it to mean
that some have wondered
and oh what a dream
I should keep going
this is the end
never again do I want it to send
to have it all begin again
Twisted
it's logic
what then?
Epic the epics
for one said as such
and though it's the same
ne'er the twain shall meet.
You're that piece of meat
I heard, so I say again
I wish I'll never eat
and as the stars have fallen
it's granted as a promise still
for it never was
to be again.
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 2:48 PM UTC
Romantics thou sayest thou art oh men?
Well
Why canst thou post poems for thy love
Every five seconds as I?
Maby I'm just the crazy one here
Hahahahaha!!!
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 1:34 PM UTC
En garde, grim reaper, Thou art
No match for me; the shade from thine
Wings will not cover my sun; I will not
Succumb to the swath of thy honed scythe;
Thy bony fingers shall not clasp my heart
And rip it from my breast, crushing ribs
And tearing skin to flakes and ***** I will
Not be an addition to thy pendants in
Thy closet; my life is mine and no one
Else’s; I did not choose to come to this
World and now thou sayest that I am no
Master upon my demise either; abyssward
From whence thou crawlest every time I
Charge thee to betake and lurk there in
Fear every time I stride by lest thy Perdition
Desirest thou to find; corrugate and shrink
And be no more thou foul fiend and dwelt
In the most far and unattainable nooks of
Visible universe and beyond and further
To be a stain no more upon the surface of
Elysium; and dare not to come back for
Swear I on the graves of all befallen that
No more shall crumble and resident the soil
To be a feast for worms and maggots;
No more shall deadmen walk; no more
Shall nooses be tighten and edges sharpen; No more shall battlecries of
Chief-tans resonant through the air
By the reverberations amplifying only
More and corrupting everything that it touches;
No more I say nor evermore nor e’en
A hundred nor a thousand years hereafter
Shalt thou straddle thy stallion and ride
With thy kin leaving nothing ye-after but
Decadence and misery and gloom; no
More shall I be the slave to thy sway; no more
Shall thou reapest the spikes of the field
Of Mankind; so hence I banish thee and
Willing to vow to defy every siege thou
Mayest plot; for to defend those of
A-kin to me is my holy duty that I
Determine to accomplish despite all
Thy charges; so ready to prepare
Thyself, Angel of Death, and come
And get what thou deservest from
The hand that wields the flaming sword,
For thy own death shall the very last be
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 10:01 AM UTC