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Lake Denial

Once upon a time, and a place not well known,
Commissioned as an angel, and traveling all alone,
From the mind's eye a land begin to appear,
And even as an angel, I truly begin to fear.

For off in a distance the mountains rose so high,
And as that angel flying, over them I could fly,
I called the mountains and the cliffs Affirmation,
As they affirmed each of my newly found sensations.

Just beyond the mountain's ridge was a lake, at least a mile,
And because it's deceiving me, I called it lake Denial,
And at its end I seen, a tiny village small,
And it was here, that even this angel took a mighty fall.

Once I belonged to my Father God, not far in the past,
But I didn't understand my issues, that got me greatly cast,
So my light of brilliance, diminished in this time,
And I was sent to this tiny village to pay for all my crime.

And because I never learn to do my Father's will,
This tiny village we call Earth is where I will be still,
As I sit here with my kingdom of hate and deceit,
I get it all it is my kingdom, and my kingdom's seat.

I am the Son of predation, and the father of all lies,
I have deceived the nations, and sent the swarming flies,
I love the sound of terror, and the anguish of mankind,
This was the job given me, it was sealed and signed.


Poetry by Donald Thornton
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Written on 2011-06-05 at 06:22

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