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FROM MY LATEST DEATH OF DESPAIR
Somebody is calling JesusI saw him myself in her eyes
unbelievably strong
he was standing there
still able to change lives
Call it remembrance
call it a hoax
I saw what I saw
in that chosen one
Me I got guardian angels
don't know from who
or where
Again they came to my rescue
in my latest death of despair
I once was in Aleppo
the calling from the minaret
moved my heart
and my Islam mind
they still haven't got to yet
They called them liars
they called them names
I watch them try
to set their world in flames
Then spoke my guardian angels
whispering wisdom
to my ear
Talking softly of rescue
in our western death of despair
I am a drunk and a liar
a poet of humble gloom
I tried to shout
from the top of my lounges
in this Norway of padded rooms
Soon I will rest
with a smile I`ll go
what I'm doing here
I still don't know
I'll be told by my guardian angels
when my mission's
completed here
I am longing for their rescue
in my every death of despair
Poetry by PapaFahr
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Written on 2017-04-16 at 14:02
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