#(sodo) When Lightning Strikes, Bottle It, and Give it Freely.

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clever owl
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I love the intensity of this poem, I feel the robustness of faith itself, the human though realizing it's weakness it finds true strength in someone higher. Satan depicted as this unfathomable enemy in front of us yet is but a mere obstacle in the path of God. It truly conveys a sense of reassurance in an entity that brings salvation

fervent swift
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This was truly given to me by my heavenly Father

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Who is the source of my art

clever owl
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it's truly a masterpiece made of words

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I am glad you have this strenght in faith

fervent swift
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Hopefully it gave you a little to get your friend off your mind

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Because you are One as I am One

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If you have anything you want me to read I'm more than happy @clever owl

clever owl
fervent swift
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I prefer irrationality

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To impossibility

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For in the dimension we both hail from, nothing is impossible

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Surely, all the evil in the world proves nothing is impossible

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Because as low as they go

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Is as high as we can go, and higher

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Sooner or later those digging will dig up into the sky

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Even after they went through the core of their own Earth

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Like molten lead am I

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I am even the core that they have to go through to get to your heart

radiant craterBOT
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*I am even the

core that they have to go through

to get to your heart*

- sodo42
fervent swift
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For all of the Earth truly does spin around me

clever owl
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I spin along with Earth and all of creation for i am part of it

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but I sometimes wonder if my intensity is miplaced or simply unappreciated

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I will forever burn as the bonfire of my love

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but I wonder

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is a fire in the middle of nothingness still burning? does it serve any purpose?...

fervent swift
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O Sparkbringer, deliver us a song wherein fire doesn't scar us

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The opposite of fiend fire

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Where the magic of the wellspring could flow forth

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And be drank without becoming drunken

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Bread, with no leaven

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Yet full of bubbles and grains

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That we collect up, saving for a rainy day

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This world spits on us, as it spat on the savior

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For we are not of this world

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But of another

clever owl
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Always I have wondered if souls like ourselves are meant to be so colorful

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if we indeed are the aberrance in this world

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unregretful of my existence I fear it's rarity

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for fireworks in a world painted in black and white aree nothing but a source of fear

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eyes fearful and ununderstading of it's beauty are many

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ones drawn to it's spectacle are hidden or distant

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the hope is sure, for I have lived proof

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but the wait... once thought over

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is now resumed...

fervent swift
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I thought this solar system only had one sun

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You crave the starlight as the elves did in middle earth

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An entity unto my own flesh and blood

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Yet unrelated

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Living on the same island

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Building the same boat

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And casting off with the same intentions

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For we have been cast away

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Like a kid skipping a stone on water

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Only to see the red shift and blue shift

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Of the universe, our promised land

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Stuck on the mountain, are we, two Moseses

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Surely be to God, when this stone makes its last skip

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There will be another to pick us up

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And bring us home

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To cherish us for our sensation in their hands, and in their eyes and ears.

clever owl
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I hear your words loud and clear

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to cherish and paint those memories in pastel colours as they fade in the gray shade is no easy feat

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but never I will resent her hands thta held that dagger

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for I understand her pain

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her shaking hands

fervent swift
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O Lenore, how did you stab me from beyond the grave

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This blade will keep turning, forever more