"zetas" poems
Aspen of Appalachia, away,
Bereft from bleating, brooding bovine.
Clay County contrives conspiracy
Doomed, darkened, deceitful. Directed
Eastward at Eastaboga’s emp’ror
Full of most fitting flight, fleeing from
God. Those good graces known given up,
Heartily, exchanged happenstance his
Immortal soul for idolatry.
Jeered at Jehovah, jested Jesus,
Kingdom keeping the kicked knaves knowing
Lowly that the Lord lash little at
Men who make ****** and mudwork made
Nightly. Nefarious no-goods now,
Open but not ostracized. Oh, old
People praise the past per penchant but
Quickly they quit; queerly quell their quest,
Running from redemption and rambling
So he stopped searching, got set soulless,
Turned to the tantric, tuned to the tumult,
Unburdened with useless unknowns. Up
Verily and vivaciously, vet
Words which will warrant wonder. Why not
****** excellent, exuberant?
Yet, ye of yellow faith, yon Yahweh
Zeros the zest of zig-zagged zetas.
Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 3:13 PM UTC
I think this song sounds so good because i heard it next to you.
God could take all my blessings away, as long as I'm left with you.
I cherish memories we haven't made yet.
I'm feeling things I was sure I'd lack.
Scarred from the ones that want me back, the thought of emotion gives me heart attacks, but now my guards are quitting, they don't wanna fight back.
Slightly conceited, I feel I'm a first round pick yet I know you're out my league.
I've stayed Siberian for years, it only took you 72 hours to do this to me.
You make me feel beyond infatuation.
Roll Tide, University of Alabama still blessing me even after graduation.
Zetas they're special,
Unforgettable.
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 9:42 PM UTC