A blessing in the heavens above

at morning's end to grief.

If our light would only shine,

and shin it surely should

We should all be

so blessed with so much good

That never more again the sad fruit

of pain should ever take its root

Ah, the blessed restoration

of a holy bright new nation

Under God, indivisible

A world of men of blessed station

I thank God for our enlightenment

a time for love's enticenment

A world of great inspiration

to form better civilization

For our children and our wives,

For ourselves to rather live than die

The storm is at last over,

the black darkness proverbially dead,

let's all thank God in space above

for the great blessings ahead.

"The Kingdom of the Heavens"

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The distant stars of the night sky

Hold their secrets, guard them well,

For in the deep night Heaven's afly,

Ancient themes are the echoed bell

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A million miles of a million miles

Star after star after star after star

Universal space unfolds in great piles

Of light and energy, gravity and matter

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Far out they are, the stars of night

So far indeed, too far for sight

And lost in the darkness is the light

Lost in the void of anything bright

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For worlds are hidden far from view,

Worlds of men and of creatures too,

Places deemed Earthly, unevolved worlds

And realms more heavenly, adorned pearls

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Some planets are barren and uncivilized,

Others be fruitful, the great garden prize,

And thence creatures inhabit even more,

Whence lizards or ape men walk the floor

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Civilization grows slowly apace

As human beings enter outer space

For men like dragons can't be trusted

And some go extinct, too bloodlusted

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Cities form, and agrarian fields,

If all goes well, stone construct builds,

Yet wars be common, violence and lies,

All too common across the skies

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And so it is that Heaven's a garden

With plantings young and old alike in,

Yet the greatest marvel of them all

Is the distant galactic crawl

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Great whirlpools of energized matter and light

Formed of other similar types,

Not unsimilar to the fruitful branch,

That produces fruit and seedly strands

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Exactly like the garden or field

Carefully planted, fenced, and tilled

Whence the weeds are overgrown

And the good kingdoms overthrown

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Though the size and scope are vast

Comparable to the ocean and a glass

The largest galactic formations

Are almost greater than our imaginations

Yet on the beach we see the shell

And see our world within its veil

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So grandiose the Heavens be,

So distant afield, and out of reach,

Securely harbored away in safety

As mortal evolution progresses jadedly

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Indeed we walk on the ocean floor,

The sky above our sealed front door

Until the galactic fleets finally arrive

To advance our other worlds with life

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O how to dial the combination lock

To open the doors of Heaven's stock?

How to access the treasures above,

The planets we see, our promised grove

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And thus the fruit of the Mayan fields

Be recognized to be our ancient yield,

Hearkening to the elder pyramids' days

When constructs of stone provided our maze

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And through the puzzle of all life

We see a pattern to redress our strife

That we must build, and must construct,

Or else our lot in life be struck,

And another generation, face, or race

Will advance the progress we effaced

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Thence the fools or crooked men

Are thus eclipsed by wiser kin

That produce good fruit despite the axe

Of judgment 'gainst the former class

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Whence the plowshare's turned aright

And good works bear good fruit, not blight,

Whence growth occurs and building ensue,

And the peoples duties don't misconstrue

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The Father's fields are seen at night,

Our plot's be seen in the daylight,

Our time on Earth ought be used best

To till and plant, cultivate harvest

That might our soul and our nation

Be blessed in the hereafter's station

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The glorious power of Heaven be thus

That out of reach the stars over us

Hold untold wealth and great gain,

Yet till we evolve from beast to man

We shall be held down here at the floor,

Ruled by keepers, merely creatures

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Therefore thus we stand men or fly not,

Returning to Earth like Daedalus fraught

By gravity's ills and mortal pains,

Till our kingdoms transcend the flames

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O how powerful the temptation to rob!

To steal, to cheat, deceive and fraud!

Like poor citizens in tourist paradise

The temptations to fleece our neighbor doth try

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Yet if we succumb to the baser greed

Our lands are tarnished, and our souls will bleed,

When our homeland declines into nether gloom

Trapping our people in bad karma's doom

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Thusly therefore avoid crime like the plague

Lest your soul be engulfed in flame

Lest your house be dozed a liars fraud,

To the ground, for stealing like the dogs

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And yet the soul that's blessed, O how it soars!

O how the kingdom of God lifts it aboard!

For sins are forgave the Law loving soul,

Doors opened, unto out from the cold

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And not unlike Narnia of fictional fame,

The kingdom of God hath a fairly good game

Of secret worlds installed high above,

Hidden from the beasts away in a cove

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And glory exalts them found righteous,

The faithful, the victims, the mighty tough,

While shame disgraces the criminals

Like a dirty foul robed animal

Or a ridiculous joke of a mortal man

Garbed in folly and slight of hand

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Thus the combination to the lock

Of mortal mankind's great space walk

Is the manly stance towards the Law,

Towards truth, and love, and the straw

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For real men walk in the way of God,

Break no covenants, mend all flaws,

Heal the sick, and free the caged,

Liberate slaves, 'gainst great crime rage

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For Heaven needs men like Mars needs moms

And the savages are the unwelcome dogs

Until the days, when like all good man

The rebellious sons take a good stand

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Though its worth mentioning, that the Law

Calls upon us to hearken with no delay,

That our world be fruitful, not thorn fraught

That wages of Heaven be withheld not away

For what reward is reserved for the late one

Whence the world was sore in need of salvation

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Yea the Law is to pay each for his merit,

Reward for each good works or demerit,

Unless you're entitled way in advance

To enjoy considerable indulgence

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And only Heaven can thence judge,

Us when we would or wouldn't budge,

Whence we sought folly or futility,

And whence we cultivated fertility

Prayers

I.

The spirits of Heaven, whence they hear our prayer

Do their utmost to answer, or honor and share

Our sincere pleadings and thanks for [God's] providence,

Thus pray we should faithfully with hope's confidence

The angels of God take our prayers to His throne

And yet take they ownership of them for their own

For the spirits of Heaven are kingdom powers of God

And serve Him when possible before the prayer's gone

Before the great throne, on behalf of the Saints,

Agency and servants with a message of [faith]

Thus pray ye faithfully, in hope and not vain,

For help from Heaven, and God's kingdom reign.

[And] Let not the question be of whether God hears,

Yet instead of your prayers and your proximity to ears.

Make your prayers and intentions of realistic sort.

Don't ask for too much to get what you court.

Try to stay focused, on specific intentions

So God [clearly] knows where to act intervention[s]

Try to share your prayers with many a Saint

That all might realize your heart's love and pain,

That all might help you, guide you, bless you [well],

That mercies [and graces] might save your [intentions] from Hell

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Prayer is not a game of rugby or sport

Pleading and thanks are of [the] spiritual sort

The spiritual deed of prayer is a sacred call

Unto the heavens for dignified windfall

Much misunderstood, the practice of praying,

Has gone out of fashion because of man's playing

God's kingdom has fallen, conquered by Satan,

And they pray not to God, whence rebels chasten

Prayers are messages, from Man unto God,

And woe to the angel which answers with fraud

For playtime's for children, not servants of God,

And fooling around is [merely] the young joker's frog []

This is serious business, yet unstifled nor stale,

For our intentions are valid presentations before God's veil.

And we stay on point, while repeating our wishes

That our prayers be heard, and hearkened with blessings

Thus teaching the practice be our good works

That spiritual children grow, learning no quirks,

For prayer, like song, can be fraught with pitfalls,

And the old foot in the mouth is awfulmost gall

The Melody of the Spiritual Night

The darkness of the night's so oppressive

Teaching the soul's heart another cold lesson

That to cause life pain is karma spent in vain

A futile kicking of the rock seen so lame

And the cry of the wounded soul echos ever

Unto the heavens above like the weather

Like the song of the wind of the soul's life spirit

Complains of the hearts that cannot quite hear it

And lost is any man who knoweth not

The wisdom of the more spiritual thought

And lost is the one without the insight

To see the forest for the Tree of Life

For the night's ocean of heavenly stars

Witnesses to the virtues of Venus not Mars

And the melody of the spiritual night's

Found in the dark path of spiritual blight

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Loosen the yoke and set free

Release all captives in captivity

Make the road a safer place

Level every uneven way

Wash white the weathered

Bleach clean stained feathers

Disinfect the stables foul

Purify all the putrid

And educate all the stupid

Enlighten every froward scowl

With wisdom gather all the people

Garner all the fruits afield

Plow, sow, water, weed the harvest

Fill the barns with Heaven's rest

Give hope to all in life eternal

Extinguish not loves golden candles

Raise our lamps and oil well

That our world be Heaven over Hell

For Hell is dark and quite cold

Without the light to warm the soul

For though Earth be not quite Hell,

Hell is found deep beneath its veil

Thus strive to light the way for all

To warm your soul, time eternal,

Endless the days of our soul's life

As the world turns in blink of eye

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For the universe is grander than we

And science now proves it so thusly

That time is many thousand years

Before our system changes gears

And that our system's an ideal star

Yet just a speck, a little fleck

In the river of creation's worlds

Visible when the night unfurls

Thus therefore the reincarnate life

Be our logical conclusion despite

Atheism's great fatal futile swipe,

For life is grander than Darwin's way

Creation's glory teaches every day

For them with eyes to see the night

And the revolutions of all life

For spirit courses all throughout

All creation where turns the plow

And worlds are formed of citizens,

Therefore squander not your spirit friends

For the life of spirit ever renews

In a never ending field of ewes

Wherein we find our life peaceful,

Whence our time alive be fruitful

For narrow is the gate of heaven

And many crowd the entry leaven

Though it be cliche redundant

The tally of karma is important

The Wedding of the World's Religions

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.The wedding of the worlds religions,

The gathering of Heaven's partitions,

Is from the universe, for all mankind,

To encompass the worlds in our time,

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Walls of a house built for humanity,

Bricks to shield from profanity,

Timbers to raise a noble home,

For all to live, and all to grow

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If we were to reject religion,

We would be on Tarzan's mission,

To walk the jungle lost to the worlds,

Knowing not of Heaven's pearls!

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Yea, there's pity for the soul lost

And there's mercy for the foot crossed,

Yet the savage, them crueller beasts

Will not get much from Heaven's feasts

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They will probly walk in darkness lost,

Until such a time as they be tossed

Into the washing machines of God,

The world religions of the Law!

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Peace on Earth, O what a blessing,

A lofty goal well worth addressing,

A summit of mankind's evolving,

The crest of life that's ever tottering

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And foolish 'tis to think that we might

Approach to the mountain on our hike

Unto Heaven, a place of faith,

Without religion's resting place,

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Without the holy saving grace,

Without the restoration's ace,

Nay, we cannot cross that river,

Without that bridge of gold and silver

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The Seven Urns of God

'The Seven Urns of the Spirit of God'

The seven urns of the spirit of God

That are before the throne of Law,

Rest in peace or burn with flame,

Enlightening the world again

The urns, they are the great religions

Of the world, the ancient prisms

That light the world to give us hope

In salvation's spirit roads.

The mass confusion of the matter be

The rightful place of Christianity,

Before the throne, and before all man,

The glass ceiling paradox grand

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Forgive us our debts as we forgive others,

Forgive us our vices as we forgive brothers,

Let us be graced with remission of our sins

whence we overlook the errors of men,

for how can we be pardoned of our crimes

when we will not pardon even a dime?

where will justice give us some room

if we insist on committing others to doom?

How can we be taken seriously,

whence we live the more impetuously?

And if our hands be bloodied or grimed,

how can we thus be judgmental in kind?

If we forgive not seven times seven

how should we be forgiven by heaven?

Especially when theyre beaten and robbed

oughten we do the superlative job?

and when our debtors make a winsome plea

should we not honor their infirmity?

for God wants our mercy, not sacrifice

Heaven wants patience, not bloody strife

and when all the elders of your city

reckon your debts against society

ye will be counted, and judged in the scales

whether thy mercy's withholden and fails,

whether your love for forebearing forbears,

that on your day in court, ye then be spared.

Alas, the crimes of humans are many

Egads, the shocking nature of sinning

Avast, the lost ways of the lost souls

At last, the Gospel shows us how to fold

How to quit and stand men, from the life of sin,

How to act, as a righteous soul again,

How to form a new form, through our reform,

And how to stand through the great rainstorm

Thus build your house on the deep rock above

the river vally, and above the flood,

along the high road of Jesus' gospel

and Christ the Kings' Highway of the lawful

The Gate of God

The Good Shepherd enters thru the gate

of the sheepfold and will not hesitate

To preach the word with a call to all men

To gather the flock in the safety of the pen

The flock knows the field and the stall hold

The wide open range and the stable uncold

Where food's found, the drink of clean water gold

Thus hearken to the call from the gate,

From the gate of God, Jesus in prophetic state

Has announced the heralding of his Lord,

The trinity of God, its banner unfurled

Be also aware of the lock at the gate

And the nefarious creatures lying in wait

Plotting like predatory savages straight

From hell, lurking right outside Gods heart gate

And the liars assemble their ranks and rows

To screen the fraudulent witnesses, their crows

While waiting for the yoke and seasons to change

The good shepherd teaches his flock all he knows

Or lays down his life upon entering throes

Of deaths constriction of home on the range

And gives the enemy a swat on the nose

Of the malicious, vile shepherds that wane

All Heed the Beckoning Call to Heaven

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All heed the beckoning call to Heaven!

..Onward Christian brother, sister, each race,

Gain the door to the upper room of thrones,

..Witness the blazing urns of many faiths,

....Appreciate our Father's just and pure ways

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Understand now the differences of believers,

..See the varience and the simularity,

Appreciate the diversity of ancient ways

..Look to Heaven and see the mystery

....Of the souls' universal destiny

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Stand up straighter and awaken all eyes,

..Grow and mature! Boys stand, one and all Men!

Let the world be bright like the first morning

..Praise the creator of all creation,

....Exalt the father of every nation!

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Thanks be to God for our lives, our nations

..Eternal life hope, reincarnations,

The Kingdom of God, the starry heavens,

..For the future time in new locations

....To rest for the blessed, in new vocations

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The space-time continuum cannot be broken

..And our hereafter's destined to be there,

(To travel time backward is mere folly)

..Where we are now, or where we can see where

....The stars distant glimmer in the night air

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Some souls have credentials, noble, supreme,

..Others are journeymen towards greatness,

Others are lesser fallen sons or beings.

..The sure mercies of God bar none the less

....From the chance to be reborn and redress

Love Your Neighbor

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Love your neighbor, Love your mother, brother!

..Love your enemy, and the poor cover.

Bless your family, and bless all others,

..Bless your soul, with real love for eachother.

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For God is love, mighty with mercy,

..With a father's love for his beloved sons.

Loving creator, patient diety,

..God loves us with the patience for small ones

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What father, mother, sister or brother

..Cannot forgive the faults of young children?

Whether toddlers, kinders, gradeschool whelpers,

..Wee babes are loved more than the sins chagrin.

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We, on the other hand, are less forgiving,

..Being children of an Earthly family,

Yet when we do fight like silly siblings

..Our Father in Heaven loves us dearly.

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Of course God angers and He rages wroth,

..When God's provoked His anger burns quite hot.

And yet when our return humbly we make,

..He will forgive us and will not forsake.

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So trust in God, the great father spirit,

..Creatrix who installs every soul in womb.

His power, might, reach o'er us, Fear it!

..Therefore should all souls each love all in tune.

The Logic of the Happy Birds

The glory of the Lord's [ ]
heard in the great strains
Of the songs of angel's chorus'
taking flight like cranes

The glory of the heavens
exceeds all earthen words
The flight of all creatures
exceeded by the birds

Who lifting from the pull of weight
from earthen gravity
Soar above all others
in air superiority

The wisdom of the angels
excels the mind of man
Like a child's mind
is baffled by the grand.

The greater wisdom rises
above the lesser thought
Like bubbles baubles rising
at the water fount.

The wonder of the glory
of the life of man
Is the choice to lie or sit
or to fly or stand.

The great journey travelled
by the avian emigre
Sheds light on youth's
flight from the paler of the grey,

From colder climes of cruelty,
shame and hurt and pain
To brighter warmer lands
of blessing and of gain

And happily ever after
the kingdom lives who's found
The logic of the happy birds
who've flown to higher ground.

Perfect are the Saints of Heaven

Perfect are the Saints of Heaven,

Blessed are the Sons of God,

Beloved is the Jesuit leaven,

Christ Jesus, teacher of no fraud,

Superior are the men of scruple,

Blessed spirits of righteousness,

For God in Heaven knows no loophole,

Justly judges with truthfulness,

Thus faith in Heaven's justified,

For our spirits be raised up alive....

Yea glory be to God in Heaven,

Creator of each mortal soul,

His dominion's eternal spirit even

If we fall short of Father's goals.

Yes us He loves us, make all live,

Therefore we ought our praises bring,

Our Creator worship offerings give,

For He loves all in everything,

Giving mercies for endless chapters,

Incarnate for us ever Hereafters

Staying in the lines with crayons

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When staying in the lines with crayons

Why sometimes we can't use our hands

We scribble the words and color the shapes

Yet too often our hand draws like an ape's.

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All too often our childlike whims

Get in the way of singing good hymns

Of praise to God and fellow man

If only men stayed in the lines with crayons!

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A child at heart is often what's good

But not if it means a really bad mood,

For a crying child's great loud bay

Is just what we needed to ruin our day!

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Only the nimble ambidextrous man

Can truly master the humble crayon

And only with discipline's resolve

Can we truly please God and man at all.

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Mankind would surely be much better off

If all humanity learned to stop

Crossing the lines of weal and woe,

Trampling rights and good seeds we sow.

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Without a true sense of eternal pride

In dignity found in the fairest bride

Mankind is lost, ne'er to be found

If wives are regarded little more than a hound.

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Truth be told, one could carry on all day

Complaining of errors in mankind's way

Of rejecting the right and embracing the wrong

As is this planets sad ancient song.

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Alas one day the changes will come

And mankind will finally enter its home,

Flying liberty's great freedom flag

And walking in truth always aglad.

the angels across the worlds do fly
immortal spirits within the night sky
and timeless are the eons of life
whence our God is our refuge in strife
over and over the wheel of lifes turning
giving us good hope in the souls eterning

who wouldnt want to be a creature happy
in the fields of God's great trapeze
with their soul mate, to rear their young,
to scurry or flutter away to the sun
and return again to wing their way
across the matter of universal hay
tied one to the other, happy each day
of our spiritual march across time a parade

indeed a few years ago, we were not here
and in a few years we will be gone clear
the certainty of it is very much so
that we ought look forward whence we go
with optimism, hope, faith

in God
in the power of spiritual prowess to prod
in justice, in blessing, in true relief
from our woes, whence we wilt in the heat

truly in GOD we must ever trust,
as facing our lives' booming and bust,
knowing our father, as we learn to be sons,
brothers, brethren, and blessed ones
cry out to GOD for ethereal mercy,
pray much for his heavenly bounty,
reach for His love in the time of life
and find him, you will, whence you die.
And whence you stand before God after death
to be reckoned for all of your best
He's sure to acknowledge your faithfulness,
and recompense your fruitfulness
forgiving sins for faith and mercies,
paying wages for good works He sees.

Above all God is just,
yet rich in sure mercy,
a father bound to deal
yet ruled by his heart a

Winging your way through the Heavens
is winging your way to salvation
through faith and works
And love and perks,
balancing books with fishing hooks
sowing and reaping great harvests
building and rebuilding great projects
watering season, and drying in time,
surfing the cosmic karma incline
staying ahead of the bell curve
and on top of your game
recruiting converts
and teaching the same
To climb to Heavens
and soar on the breeze
requires a constant will to please
to serve others charitably
give generously, hospitably

Winging your way through the worlds,
the soul in flight through the night of pearls,
The only way to enter the gate
is thru the way narrow and straight
And crowded is the way indeed
With souls of creatures of every breed
And thus we ought to be fruitful
and considerate of law dutiful
blessing brethren with charity
obeying the commandment suitably
thus we ought to examine today
just what is the narrow good gate
and ask how we might improve our fate
and our karma strengthen 'fore its too late

If Earth is Hell or Purgatory
then what business have we in lifes story
other than to escape the gravity
pulling us downward unto depravity
for reincarnate we may be
in the same sad destiny
lest we strive for the kingdom of God
to cleanse the world, drain the bog,
for our world is a swamp indeed
ruled by gators and snakes that feed
upon the weak, the blind, the small
hearkening to natures savage call

and thus we ought to raise the bar
of education and religion far
enough that men might stand whence young
and land a job instead of strung
out on drugs or welfare be,
to raise a happy family,
and contribute to society
a manly source of nobility.

The angels who soar in the Heavens
Are the spiritual beings that transcend
Above the material wants and needs
And the great martyrs that suffered bleeds
Again, the souls promoted to Heaven
are them who renounce ungodly leaven
And them who are Saints for their faith
Having stood for virtues and paid
with their lives an offering to God
serving the kingdom over the clod

The fruitful branch is where it is at
Whether pious poor or broke flat
God the Gardener wants to see
Ever fruitful growing trees
Row by row, one, two, three
Field by field, past horizonry
irrigated, cultivated, clean
tillaged and guarded plenty,
With towers to watch for thieves,
straight fences to shield the breeze.

God wants a garden of Eden
built for His angels to live in
for His children to thrive in,
for His chariot to drive in,
A place of peace whence His angels
may live without thorny tangles.
Yet before God's world here return,
Down here must become a new urn,
Our world must change and grow,
Our planet evolve not slow!
Built new the kingdom must be,
And the workers quick build each city
without waste of time or coin
without mistakes, and without purloin.
The kingdom builds towers adjoined
Each to the other, networks employed
And the stones scattered be gathered
bricks made level from broken matter
And row by row, girter by girter,
Raise the city to tower up further
with each day a strong vision true
towards the goal of Heavens view

The Spirits of the Tree of Life

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Each tree hath a spirit, the Spirit of Life,

The same inherent spirit across the night.

For just like every living creature of creation,

Whether bug, or plant, or bacterium,

Whether life be long years or short days

The spirit of life lives within each face

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The mighty tree, then, might be the elder

Among many creatures of our world's cellar.

For great in stature is the large living tree

When compared to the other plants lowlier,

Though adorned they be in floral splendor

Or produce vegetation of edible tender

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The mighty trees stand tall and give goods,

In a greater scale of magnitude, the great woods!

(Though under-utilized, we could and used to

Use the tree's wood for many things we're now used to)

And then, of course, among trees some stand taller,

And some produce fruit like a great holy altar

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In all, the members of all the species featured

Amount to billions of individual creatures.

And each year, many more are born or we die,

Leaving us with an immeasurable number nigh

To trillions of spirit souls over the years.

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And in the hereafter ages, more will rise and fall,

Giving us hope in the afterlife after all.

Yea, the gate is crowded with passers by

Striving to enter the kingdom by and by.

Thus we are taught to love and forgive

That we might evolve and much better live.

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Gird Your Loins

Though it be a bitter pill to swallow

And many will not ever follow,

The eternal Truths of eternal Law

Teach us the Way, and not of straw

So gird up your loins or geld your gold

Lift your weight or know the fold

Losing your lot and top totem spot

When you shirk the builders plot

We're expected to carry the weight of the world

And not to run when flags unfurl

We've a duty to respond to Heaven's call

The expectation not to drop leaven's ball

And also know theres a fear factor,

Also a judgmental error pact, for

People say things that are just so untrue

Just to get ahead, just to usurp you

Its hard to know who we can trust,

When every bank in towns a bust

And the same old tricks are back in play,

The loster souls can't stop the fray

So before long the matter boils down

Into a sludge of black and brown

And the wiser men are washed all clean

While the foolish folk only ever lean

The loss of trust and reputable name

Don't seem to matter when the game

Is agitation or lies abound

For a liars lying his feet unfound

It seems simple and yet so sublime

The righteous man man knows no crime

The repentant man might keep a crown

The driven soul receive the gown

So be humble, repentant souls, each man

Know the better ways of Hindustan

Return to the battle and wrestle with fate

Before on your soul God shuts a gate

You are no god under the heavens, Son!

And watched from afar we are, Mum!

We dodge base elements in the walk of life

To save a good name and keep a wife!

For in the here-after reincarnations

Ye might be reunited with your friends,

And them that laid down their brave lives

Will not have in vain made their strives,

While them walking contrary to all cries

Will know the transcendental bends

Ambitiously, the high priestess walks tall,

With a purpose, with a divinemost call,

Her wish, to please God and Man, light the way,

To enlighten the night with lamps of day!

Oh what a task, Oh what a great challenge,

To blot out the darkness with light's balance,

To walk the path of the golden forest,

To [take] the bright gold and dispel duress!

Deep down in a cavern dark as midnight,

Troves of treasure await her holy lamp light,

In catacombs mystic the gold be held,

Guarded by draconic gargoyles knelt,

The maiden with noble particulars

Only her key opens the portcullis,

Her face alone persuades the cruel gate keep,

To gain entry, exit from the cold deep

So she gathers her wits, her bravado,

With faith in her power procedes alone,

Armed with her ankh and a crude crucifix

Journeys to free all from the cockatrice

With confidence, and awake and alert

She trods through the swamps of the mid Earth

Searching for her entrance into lower worlds

Where she might gain entry and find the pearls

For the city of God she'd give her life

And for Heaven's kingdom risk her frail flight,

Thus she strides boldly, a hero of all

Knows her intentions are Heaven's grand call

Girded with white robes and a fine perfume

She glides through the night a spectral phantom,

Her lamp to guide her steps through the darkness

Insight of wise sages her confidence

God the Father will punish the naughty children

[Russian]

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Poh umerats bii blisko, vot ni bii shutko,
Ii zhizen posle zhizen esct bii dalenko.
Nash Otets v'Nebedne davaete nas fsyo,
Po etomu mii rabotem za gorod evo.
Zhizen konchaet, ii potom schto delats?
Sprashevaem Bog novi zhizni nam dats?
No, estli igraem mii kach dyeti, vopros yei,
U nas bii niet slovi, bii tom golocei.

Ii po tom nash Otets, Ohn bii baetsa
Nam na popyeh, c mnogom tserditsam,
Ii Ohn po tom skazhet shto u nas nichevo
Delats, bez staiim doma Piyatnitsa!
New schto? Nada slishats k'nashom Otsei!
Ii rabotaem na Gorodu Bogu v'Nebedne.

No, vot Chort ostenavaet nasha rabota
C'trudnom ii slozhnom delom fsyegda,
Ii zhizen ecst bii ni'schasslivaya ii zhal
Togda nam nuzhnal ves diehn krichal.

Dai nam xleb, voda, fruct cevodnya,
O Chort v'nebye, nad nashi zemlyei
Svobodnai nas, ot nichistnee veshi,
Svobodnai nashi deti, ot vot blisko ikh!
Ii, ni sprashevae za bolsche dengii,
Nay krichai za ni glyupovo veschi.
Ni krichai, O Rieubonka Chortak!
Ni skashi nas umerats, ni vot za tak!
Nam nada Yezeus, Christos davai!
Nam nada Dobre Slovo, ot nebeya.
Naiti nam, Naiti nam, Naiti nas fsye,
Estle mii mozhem zhiviot v'Nebednye.

A Real Great Lamp

Wisdom makes a fool into gold,

And philosophy does the same.

Religion's of the philosophic fold,

And Law's religion's game!

The spiritual side of life is preached,

That of the physical matter is teached.

The lost souls are found with the light,

And the blind, they're guided with insight.

Thence, all the help we all require

Is a real great lamp, to inspire!

7/22

That we may walk dressed in attire

Intended for human needs

And the angels flying in the lunar breeze

The Law

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The Law is just, The Law is firm

The Law is blessed, yet slightly burned!

The Law is holy, the Law is strong,

The Law is perfect, yet can be wrong...

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The Law is good, the Law is great,

The Law is a wall, and is the gate,

Tho it stand tall, in the wall are cracks,

There are some gaps, yet stands intact

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The masons built the wall strong and straight

The masons built it with great iron gates.

The branches of the Law are many,

The trees of legal rules in harmony.

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The cases of the people differ,

Thus the Law it tends to waver.

The realms are of different climes,

Our worlds turn in different times.

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The Law protects the people like a fence,

The Law provides a sure defense,

To guard the people of the land

And to deter the criminal hand,

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For the Law will punish lawbreakers,

And the Law will repaste predators,

For the Law provides a real relief

To the people robbed by the theif,

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And the Law safeguards the money,

For the children of our bright future,

Just like the bees that guard the honey,

Or good shepherds guard the culture.

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Yea, the Law encompasses crime,

Nay, can the crooked outrun the time!

For in the name of spirit's rest

Men will pay for their transgress

Charity

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.Charity's a redeeming virtue

That follows us a good revenue

When we walk through life's gardens

And approach near to God in Heaven.

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Service to both God and man

Is requisite of the righteous land,

And the people of the nation will

Be blessed much more if they fulfill

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The standard expectation of God

To be generous to the needy flock.

Likewise they that afflict the poor,

Who rob the needy, oppress them more,

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They'll kindle the wrath of God

And invoke the course of Law,

For God is just unto the wronged,

God will bless them afflicted long,

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For God isn't an unjust judge

Cheating mercy, charity, and love

Yea, He is most just and true,

He will bless them with their due.

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Yet it be important to realize

That God's Law speaks of angry eyes,

Towards them that spurn respite,

Renege on charity done right

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Yea, the anger of God burns hot

When His poor are thence foresought,

And justice cries out from the hem

Between the right and wrong of men,

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For God knows that men tend to cheat

Against the poor and oppress the weak,

Yea, the generous works of charity

Repay the debts of iniquity

Pausing to Reflect

Pausing to reflect on report of death

of Korean Kim Jong-il,

One can't help observe this world's better off

without despotic ill will

If only so many guns

weren't pointed every which way

Then his people would've lived

in a much better day

Somehow we must reach

the far off heros of death

And feed them on wisdom

and peace and love's breath

Tomorrow then, a better way of life

Without all the fear, without all the strife

And let's not forget, those Saints that stood tall

Faithfully hearkening to God's holy call

Peace flies high like a white blessed dove

Yet for Kim Jong-il it appears too late,

So listen to reason, listen to love

before on your soul God shuts His pearl gate

Karma forms justice all of its own

So reap good harvest from the good works that are sown

We cannot escape reciprocation of deeds,

Unless they're minor, not major terrible weeds

Lesser sins are forgiven, yet the greater are not,

Forgave nor forgot, so consider what's taught!

So call to repent, preach loud the Good Word!

Send out wise messengers against the absurd!

Forsake bad judgment, make better your name

Bind up the wounded, assist all the lame

Keep on the straight path, and seek not to blame

Don't play the wicked and cruel mad bad game

Encourage repentance, while washing the same

Reassure sinners God saves a good name!

Mortal death comes to us all, sooner or late

Judgment of karma will reincarnate

As "He who lays down his life will find it again"

Men laying down arms will find life a gain

Yet this time with halos, golden like saints

Surviving the dawn of the dead and its pains

Adam, Eden, Seth, Cain, and Able

Adam and Eve, sons Seth Cain and Able

First man and woman, three sons of fable

Gods flying Chariot drawn by angels

Fast strong horses like pegasus tangles

God on a throne, charioteer at helm

Invoke Vishnu, Brahman, Shiva's Indie realm

Our story's unclear, we've got little proof

All that's for certain, heaven's aloof

The snake and the tree, the fruit and the bite

Liberty's bell broke with knowledge of spite

Lies and deceit, killing carried the day

Sacrificed men, false political play

Cain slays Abel, is banished by Dad hexed

Seth gets raised up as the blessed son next

Metaphors for people, not really men

Egypt, Babel and the Sea People then

After this further, our stories unfold

Ancient history that's yet to be told

Noah's boats floatin', all Egypt's a flood

Babel has fallen, books now smeared with blood

Eastern influence rises like the sun

Polynesian kings contract, not undone

Australia's deserted, what could be the matter?

Atlantis rose up and threw down some water

Generations few after Noah's car

Abram turns up fleeing Ur, fighting war

Melchizedeks lodge hiding in Salem

Telling Abraham exactly what to say

Making covenant, rewriting the day

Lot has a problem and Gods makes them pay

The Trojan War's raging on at this time,

Obscured clashes of men verse savage kind

We can only guess who's who and when's what

Back and forth, it seems, they kicked serious butt

Melchizedek's old Ophite diagram

Show the way for Jake, Isaac and Abram

Or was Moses who published Genesis

Law Books writ above Aaron's menaces

One thing's for certain, confusion's the game

Babbling on is now the ancient name

Hammurabi’s Law appears rejected

The Gardens of God wither neglected

Raphael's Eden's fire gate holding sword

God's real angry now, mankind's sore abhorred

Angels have fallen down Heaven's Ladder

Eden's conception couldn't be sadder

Somehow diagrams insinuate roll

Adam and Noah's and Lots totem pole

All this a thousand more years before Greek

Archimedes loud proclaimed the great kick

In dark ages central history's ignored

Men live in squalor or luxury a lord

Knowledge wanes after Alexander's burn

People enslaved pages turn after turn

Rome and Jesus rise, then fall together

It's now a turn for the worst of weather

Even Viking or Manichean monk

Can't shake loose the dark age funk

So a thousand years past Socrates' fall

Islam must rise to out muscle them all

Aaron's iconic Arabian knights

Manage to raise up Mohammed in fights

Somehow the tide turns and to a standstill

After the Crusades bodies the land fill

Good and evil seen fighting for both sides

Evokes Civil War and old Iron Sides

So thus we return back to the Gardens

The Tree of Knowledge, unto the Spartans

Treason it seems might hurl us like a ball

Out to the doghouse, till we hearken call

Of course chastity's better than whoring

How long must a man wait for his morning?

When will the angels of heaven that spoke

Break the cruel bonds of monogamy's yoke?

So much past has happened, we only see

Tips of the ice that sank humanity

Someday when religion's better revealed

When "Urantia's papers" are all unsealed

Clearly the Garden's old lesson is thus

Love one another, don't throw under the bus

Don't lie or steal, or lose friends at the end

These are not idle words blown in the wind

God said He'll set honest people ahead

False witnesses made of a tail instead

The Kingdom of God

The Kingdom God's is New Heaven, New Earth

Worlds of love, faith, and peace, plenty of mirth.

The Kingdom's a city, twelve walls around it

Concentric capitols, pearly exits.

Long square walls of gold glass exterior

Shining brightly sometimes like a mirror

Other times invisible like its not there

Heavenly crystal veil for the front stair

The Kingdom's formed by unions of cities,

City-States all with plenty of pities

For those without wealth, wisdom or scruples

Dilating minds like little pupils

Citizens within are peaceful, loyals

Men and women of God, posting gargoyles

After sun sets, the kingdom sleeps in peace

Good angels guard New Jerusalem's trees.

The Holy Kingdom exalts Good Virtues,

Lifting up Man to where all seek to choose

Right over wrong and wisdom from follies,

Hopes for happy lives with wives not dollies.

Up above outer walls people live pure

Elevated Elders living holy for sure!

Who abstain from wine, adhere pure borders

Living not unlike monks in their monastic orders.

These are most trusted to rule over the others,

Patiently keeping watch over each of their brothers,

Without judgment nor anger against indulgence

They govern the world below with effulgence.

Where love reigns supreme, and people happy,

Beer and wine flows monthly, making all a bit sappy.

All people of the Kingdom take care to groom

Keeping their homes and planets a sterile-like womb

And the planet Earth is encompassed by many moons

Like Venus, Mars, and the great Jupiter and Saturn too.

The great gas giants form a constellation now

The shape of which cannot be revealed right now.

Yet if you look up into the ever starry night sky

The plan for our system appears by and by.

Old Orion's still got a few tricks up his sleeves

Yet humanity must first rise up from its knees!

The Kingdom of God is vast and expansive

And confederate rebellion becomes all too expensive.

The fear of war is replaced by another concern

Loss of status will make the whole family scowl stern.

Thus the Law rules supreme, the order of wisdom, truth, love

Everyone knows justice and peace fit the hand like a glove.

Nobody wants trouble, everyone wants to progress

It is an utopian ideal, however now we digress.

The Kingdom of God consists of two kingdoms

Of Heaven and Earth long ago built on freedoms.

New Heaven is the first ancient union of Greek states,

New Earth the Kingdom of Israel with their city states.

Together they form the firm governing foundations

Of all the world's peoples of the diverse nations.

It's basically as simple to consider and see

The situation of two great kingdoms, both houses of royalty.

The Kingdom of God is a place where people live free

Except for a few cities where the criminals flee.

These are real places of justice, Levitical yore

So wash your robes clean or find yourself locked at the door.

Most all other cities will flourish and bloom

With citizens enumerating like towering corn rows in June.

Thus be wise servants of the name of God and be blessed

Work good in His fields and reap bountiful harvest.

Sow no thorns, nor bitter fruit or bad weeds

Plant and cultivate only the just and good deeds.

The Kingdom of God's a place where the people are free,

Free to dwell without persecution from tyranny

Where citizens enjoy rights long ago promised to all

And no one bullies or robs anyone else at the mall.

The society is evolved beyond all that rubble

Nobody wants to cause the others much trouble.

It seems so far off, and yet, oh so near

If only God's plans were a little more clear.

God's Kingdom is most of all holy, yet mercifully broad

A world of purity, learning, contemplative worship of God

Of Mercy, Faith, Justice with forgiveness and trust in the Law

That bring us together like family, One to the All-ah

Keeping us close that we answer another's quick call eh

Calls of God and of Man, and of Angel and Saint

Keeping us kept girded up, clothing desire under restraint

So give thanks to God for a kingdom free from the Vain

Where Beauty lives always free from Pride's hauty stain.

For the Kingdom of God's intended as a home for the humble,

Where vanity's pride causeth no man or woman to stumble.

Where people waste little time grasping at straws futile

Instead applying themselves unto working the Beautiful.

What is Good, Beautiful, Truth they endearingly love

Eschewing dimmer pursuits like the Sacrificed Dove,

Pursuing instead wisdom's pure holy light

Gleaming like a lamp dispelling the darkness of night.

The Kingdom of God is most Masonic in nature

Built by Worshipful Brethren of most noble stature,

Standing above error a United Kingdom of God

Disregarding the slander and fixing the flawed.

Fraternizing freely in peace underground

Respect and goodwill, education abound.

Happily pursuing the universally great good

Discouraging the despot whilst feeding him food.

The poor are also in the Kingdom thus fed

For the poor are our Trust, and must never be bled.

Repent! For the Kingdom of God is nigh and at hand!

Sunlight of ancient wisdom shines over the land!

In robes of white the Saints and Angels are gathered

Enchained in law's justice, the Devil's in wrath heard.

As we look toward the East for morning's bright star

Hoping like always, that it is near and not far

Praying together, All know in the spirit

A just family of God is where there's great merit.

Only the Devil will Accuse a Saint

Only the devil will accuse a saint,

A saint would rather forebear,

Sin and transgression than slander another

Without a whim or a care

As to justice or mercy

Dignity, shame.

One can always tell,

The devil from hell

as he betrays his brother.

Wisdom will save

and might might set free,

But only a devil will see

way to harm and not to heal,

woe and ever a weal.

The worth of a man

Just might be his demand

To set an oppressed afree,

To loosen the yoke, and pardon the bloke,

Instead of just smirking in glee.

Words like worms enter the fray

Harming the head and the heart.

Giving us pain and causing disdain,

Sowing a harvest of flame.

With care we should,

always watch our words,

avoiding the harvest of shame.

Who Are You To Judge?

Who are you to judge, what makes you so wise?

That you can see my all faults or darkness in my eyes!

Always try to judge with patience and with graces.

You might be the next one on defensive at the races!

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It's easy to claim the moral higher ground,

Yet self righteousness is ne'er stable (camp) ground!

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Keep the ego in check, watch the ways and means.

Don't forget that we all owe our explanations.

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Christ Jesus teaches us judge not, neither to condemn.

If we remember that then we will surely be forgiven.

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How much better off would the world be, if today

we actually did practice that. It's obvious cliché!

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So often the problem seems that people are given reason

to judge unfair just to get ahead for a season.

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Eventually injustice becomes it's own foul ruin.

You can't fool all the people, they sense that trouble's brewin'.

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Beware when you sentence unto shame or censure,

A man might be a victim of schemes to indenture.

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History is unkind to the harsh and the unfair.

Don't forget that your heart is used to prove you care.

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Eventually pains can overwhelm a tired, poor old soul,

So seek to help the man so sore(ly) afflicted by the troll!

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When all is finally done and said, revisionists will view

what you did and said and saw, and make judgments 'bout you! composed

The Band of Angels

The lovers' harp is great with sound,

A powerful instrument is found,

When the organ starts the music,

Yea, the song must be prudent

To juggle much is a great task,

And concentration is a thin glass,

Thus we walk in real harmony,

Lest instigate we incriminy

With hopeful spirits set adrift

We sail the oceans in our ship,

And keep the berth a healthy space,

Lest we lose our deserved place!

Keeping our games most all fair

We strive for our hereafter share

And keep the wheel steady astern,

A helm that always knows to learn

For life is ever so uncertain

And chance ever be a dark curtain,

Thus we walk in light always

To spare us from all the charades

Amen to God, and God bless us all,

Let the wicked in our midst fall!

Praise the Law that recompense

The victims and the crooked fence!

Yea, keep the people safe from harms

And do strengthen all your arms,

To keep the law from falling down

With the dramatics of the clowns.

Keep the engines running, don't overheat,

And earn a name for your compentency,

Build a castle not of sand,

On the rock of mercy's wisdom grand

And sing the songs of Heaven's tune

For the gates of God are moons

Herald the Law, and Wisdom peruse,

Press for justice from the noose

Be brave and bold and resolute!

Strive for the enlightening news,

Till the fields to increase yields

Watch for invaders of garden meals

Today we watch the dawn rise bright

And walk with God in Heavens light

Today's the day we start all new

With a largess of salutes!

Harps stand at the ready!

Steadfast in the march,

Move your squad into the breach

And much encourage all and each!

Sound the newer of the alarms

Test all of the olden circuits,

And if you see any broken arms,

Discern if it's a circus.

Set the rhythym at a fast pace,

Give the leader some real space,

For the angel at the good gate,

Before the music band so great

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