I wince at the pain of remembrance
For the pride is here still after the fall
I try my best to instill temperance
Yet each passing day leads the call
The King has not lied yet the brother has
The Son has not lied yet another has
The lion deceives all the masses
While I stumble through the tall grasses
Not one soul has seen it through to the end
Except those that have been created to bend
That which was created to lend
Has tranformed into a passionate end
About the Creator
J. K. Anderson
A poet, author and journalist tied to the belief that Christ is YHWH. Open minded and eager to show my wild imagination to all people. I'm not a happy writer but I'm happy to write. All for fun.
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Nice work
Very well written. Keep up the good work!
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Excellent storytelling
Original narrative & well developed characters
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Great piece