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DRAIGON
JUNGLE SIESTA
Spray of mist catches time in her claws.
Hope and fear on the rampage
for an instant of orchid.
Worries in dissipation
when the planet’s gardens are in appease
the summers expand in secretion,
and winter travels a voyage but not to earth.
The Genesis of God, the treasures they cherish from him.
Jesus watches and protects, giving to earth
a Knight of Bright to pray upon.
But.
Prevailing to be,
a threat hovering into existence from
the tenebrous.
Mementos Mori ; a reminder that you must die.
Rhadamathus streaks the cries
with support from the underground.
To rape freedom and stab it drowning.
Evil will call upon a battle in due
for the Bright.
To be at the height
To be at the strength, never to resemble his kind.
A young child of storybook tales
now a formless paragon Knight.
When calling upon the Lord in Bright,
like sapling moss invading.
Reliant chivalry breezes his body,
like hot chocolate syrup
being poured
onto earth
by God.
BRIGHT IS THE SAND THAT FLATTERS
The Lord in Bright true,
To be at the height
To be at the strength, never to resemble his kind.
In the west of north, south and east
peace rests for the time.
Balance swinging onto an unknown future.
The forest beholds an angle
with eastern expanding a violent blue.
To the western rays of the orange sun.
The underlined silver clouds ricochet scampering shadows.
Vapor introducing dryness.
Emerald green and rain, layered throughout,
briskly devours the forest
in turbulent idleness.
Trees digest clouds as new clouds give birth.
Protuberant flowers digest fantod.
Hands hold branches, limb to limb in the trees.
The outside world enclosed from the castle of Silas; Earth.
Albeit, trespassers in danger with alert.
Adroit legs cast a purview of doubt involved to capture with roots.
Anyone entering in remote regions segregates.
Be it rich.
Be it poor.
Be it Monarch.
Be it Queen.
Be it Father.
Passage will not be presumed through the gates of Silas.
The same gates on which eulogized worship was pronounced.
At the edge of the great gathering of trees.
The clear ravine are the disciples by
their choice, rendering to knavish peasant,
are these men, women and children.
Poor in all traditional affairs of existence,
reliant on ancillary values from Silas.
Intervening in futile awnings
meshing genetic process for birth.
Living the Lord in Bright’s eighth established teaching.
" In the eyes of the Bright to God, is to give worship to Jesus. "
Children of the eventual are cultivated,
into a small village that is interrogating a valley,
a country, a planet, a God the Lord in Bright
as its own, as its home.
Being God, Jesus, and the Bright Knight.
PROMISE BONDS PROTECTION
The command is heard. Silas typifies supreme King in the land
with a promise to worship the Lord in Bright.
While conjuring only the Bright gives the King sanction.
" Of the Gods be passage, listen I demand. "
The God of armor in the name of Silas
Bravery from Gods in the name of Silas
and truth as a word of honor, may Silas respect.
Resurrection.
The Sword of
Water, Land, and Air
Swim, Walk, and Fly. "
Is branded upon the Bright for security.
Influencing is a distribution of scion spirits.
Tranquillity ever in waits practiced by Silas
inducing upon the call on arrival.
To the Lord in Bright.
To be at the height
To be at the strength, never to resemble his kind.
CONCEPTION UNGARNISHED
The King holds the gift from God.
The King holds more intense than the radiant of jewels.
Intense than the castles kingdoms
that harbors beyond the sight of a mountain top.
Intense than the finest silk.
That his blood of own
running through radiance of his lovely
progeny. Sex debutante child; The Princess.
Marissa , like the seeds of our future she grows from the earth’s glebe.
Hair, a sprinkler from the red clay pulsating in vein of the tinge
furnishing a thrive in health not equaled.
A glow of frivolity that can be seen from the garden
of Hesperides.
Of the castles poet and most provided for, he of sapient ferret search,
writes a proposition issue of his own words in illustration
request of Silas.
Trotcha writes;
Marissa ,
“Statuesque in proportion nascent from her adjusted ankle hold, gliding all
the way to her reach well beyond the clouds. Monumental above the Kings unearthly elevated pillars in the kingdom. For thousands and thousands of strokes an herbal
garden reaching for hope. We shall praise Silas in his fruition and she is in her presence of our Lilliputian. Bless the Queens soul and may she rest in
peace knowing the creation of Marissa. We shall never turn. We shall kneel in compelling nature as the Statue of Light.”
To be at the height
To be at the strength, never to be born will be another.
She is the Statue of Light.
Touching an ethereal phantom of void seized into its clinching
a crystal of passion. Steel hampered of freedom and being of artistic grace.
Water clambers her marble fountains and smoke will rise her
to tickle lucidity. Nonetheless, she persuades unbridled.
Through it all shoots the fervor from burning glass
of constant vexation forever. Conqueror.
To be at the height
To be at the strength, never to be born will be another.
UNDINE DECRY
Reticent whisper, flakes sorrow out of every horizon.
Perspired by the forest heat to become a fish and lay the sea.
Frost of Prussian blue and depths ever witnessed,
walking and breathing land air. Surprising to catch a lady of soil.
Hair sultry floating in the water each strand separated, each meaning a different
purpose. To her knowledge only, it filters retract inside.
Wanting to share with the individual
to who Marissa will share her secret with, surmise.
One day love will surprise her.
Sadly for now being alone isolates the
ambition. Still, her eyes bring forth the light of the stained.
If her heart was to break the sea will never flow the fuel of joy.
Evident; The sunlight infuses the sheets of water.
Swooning the coexistence of her own mind, strands of hair capture.
The Statue of Light remains persistent for concealed selector.
Justify involution of all. Loved ones, human destruction, children of sea
transgressors protecting in her domain.
To be at the height
To be at the strength, never to be born will be another.
SALUTE A SUMMONS RHADAMATHUS
Secured presence will falter.
Dark evil is mounting thousands
of lights away.
Secured emotion will fail.
Shall it be fright.
Shall it be misbelieve.
Shall it be wonder,
or shall we say respect.
Doubt mounts all victims surged to the end.
Unstudied of lands never discovered.
Rhadamathus is the evil striking.
Rhadamathus dwells in the caves of the planet towing the tunnels
waiting for his next evolution.
Trench channels of subterranean dirt, earth’s dens for
billions of miles. Dug throughout the Andes the seas of Bolivia
is unblocked from border.
Fluent from the Incas in Peru to Ecuador. Huge Goliath rotundness of arch,
Rhadamathus skulks his passage to all points of time and earth
to breech the entrance of evil.
To a catacomb home of Rhadamathus reining with a federation syndicate.
Besides vile sinful nefarious.
His army mounts to strike.
VIGILANTES OF ELITE
Demoniac actions preexposed to God’s human race, daily.
SATAN-EL, Mightiest of and Prince of lies and deception.
Lightning Trident underworld shaker.
Evil one of thee
and thee of one evil
into seven deadly sins.
First in a throng of power.
Second is that of BEELZEBUB-SATAN.
Lord of mayhem crowned
soul of the flies.
Released in his world being the incarnate evil.
ABADDON-SATAN is course of third.
Angel of a bottomless pit
resurrecting from Gehenna
by the black son of negativity.
A pagan deity with region infernal.
A fourth power prince is SAMMAEL-SATAN.
Bright and poisonous one
soaring like a bird,
the dogs howl is heard.
Twelve winged serpent
ingesting the great night stars.
Shadow of God monikers MASTEMA-SATA the fifth.
Adverse animosity is angel of accusing
captive and enchant
with tempted execution.
Reborn in new skin is the sixth,
LUCIFER-SATAN.
Bringer of light in the morning son
rumbling the Dragon of Dawn.
Outstretched arms cradle the orb and scepter.
Icon of earthly domain.
He shall rest for now, in the morning and evening star.
Seventh sinned angel rides AZAZEL-SATAN.
The lore of seven serpent heads
two faces proper each.
Never lacking the chief stage of
Grigori, Son of Fire.
Majestic power of each enshrines four commanders
ordainment to an accord of demons for battle
and mission of Onus.
- Commander of the upper level is Lahatiel.
Leading two hundred million spirits of omen
in the first front. The flaming he is shouted at
angel of punishment
inhabiting over the gates of death.
- The lower level commander clamors as Naahah
pleasurable being sensual and sexual to others.
Behold, the greatest seductress of mankind and demons.
The angel of prostitution.
Usher out to that is three hundred million Dukes, on impact.
- Commanding the outside level strides that of Kakabel.
Astrologer genius on astronomical endurance.
Having dominion over stars and constellations.
With three hundred and sixty five million troops
to trifle his side.
- Redemption is belated for the inside level commander.
Meririm is the angel of depression.
Wretch of mind and body.
His charge is killing footsteps of others
upon call with land and water.
Wet is dry of four hundred million troops
RHADAMATHUS INSEMINATES HIS GATHER
Rhadamathus assemble his earnings for conflict to revile
havoc from the caverns of hell. Jester crew in a horde of molesters.
He brogue a tongue with pelt laws never to be broken
amongst his vigilantes. Magnet for Gods children, Rhadamathus
prepares his speech to the chaos keepers.
“The swarm is drawing near to promoting God yourself. Aching bodies of a billion men, or so it is perceived in the Bible. There lives one who knows our truth but believes our lie. That man dies from expanding and we know him as Lord in Bright. Shall they vaguely realize that our truth will never know what the actuality is, that is clear to the obvious or not deeper than any one person can relate to.
People are Gods within themselves to release and overcome. Rogue has drained into societies imagination and through time we have dominated. They are very arcane on their focus to perfecting God, very arcane to the attainment of God. Our goal is to broaden the most common most useless yet intriguing sanctimonious war ever,
not known to man. Introduction of Armageddon. And it shall begin.”
To prevail does, for a battalion
to exist of apropos powers. Gods of the ancient world
choose not to profit in a consternation so supreme.
A raised havoc rupture adjudicates
a crude harvest.
Upon the manifestation to a form of finish
upon earth of misery toward weakness.
To be at the height
To be at the strength, never to be born will be another.
BEACH FANTASY
Many realms late
she is the princess
she is restless.
Marissa delights the oceans feet
amending the beach in sand
unaware of awareness.
Quivering her naked body weightlessly
gravity informs her to dry.
Breath taking kisses the sand filled beach
to her stroking body.
Stationary princess of all
traps the slivers of hot with flowers.
Erotic sweat profiles to tranquillity
atop her upper lip.
Watch her hands gently blend her
locks of hair with sweet moisture.
Balanced sand tunnels around her hands
fingers of gambit at menace
slowly nestles herself to freedom
juice of her results.
On the sandy shores she begs for a release.
A quiver arches her back
satisfied never to be the princess.
The earth rolls beneath her stomach
asking for love.
Pose with grace yearning Marissa
for the skies
have eyes.
Sweet that is
her taste is that.
THE SEIZING OF MARISSA
Floating in the space of liquid.
Detaching the air from the water to breath.
Taking in the scenery
schools of fish with no attention
to she.
Extreme solitude in peace.
So end it shall for kidnapping a prisoner will take its coarse.
Action from Rhadamathus to seize the suspended in mid water,
to kidnap Marissa, child of God.
Foam touches the surface
chaos linked in every droplet.
Rippled water sounds outward
a misty fog is separated from the beaches water
like smoke from a flame.
Declaring boiling water from the sun
a welsher in sure defeat.
The princess Marissa in bewilderment
so nameless the source shall be to the struggling swimmer.
The drenching victim gasping for hope and survival
contorting her body to reach the undistorted hand from the sky,
a hand of sanctuary only seen in a ghastly pale of death.
She rockets to the surface
only to be pliable by the undertow
horrorful writhe to squirm free.
A gushing spurt to spill an anxiety
slicing below the surface into her body.
Denied - is the endeavor to live on
despondency blank are the vapors for inhalation.
Marissa's conscience flickers as the surface becomes darker and farther.
So rises the abaters autocrat
beyond ponderous, being the force.
Precipitate ones self into declivity surety bring unwanted ferment dance.
Marissa alters into a veiled Statue of Rusty Light
while swallowed whole into the darkness of spirit.
Uncanny mephitis tanks the salt water bubbles from the ogre uprooting.
The outlandish strange.
The spiral, vermicular serpent urchin
full of evil and in peristaltic striking range.
Rhadamathus enslaves from an oubliette
parting a path to the surface with his head.
Covering a remote amount of trenchant water
faster than the speed of light.
Beast among so, prime marshal perfection.
Murky slime, coagulation, iron clad.
Growing slushy bottom that to be resembled of hell.
The underpinning of his cloister monastery.
Her neck , laughed loudly as the stranger etched her
will and protruding determination.
Vesculating his venom stare.
Gradient incline upward, still in progress.
To an instant of breaking the fortification point
of air and water.
To be at the height
To be at the strength, flung over the back like wet fish.
The target placed in alignment of the entity.
Crouched backlash opening on top of his open mouth.
The prodigy castigated, cataclysm in upheaval whirlpool ready to swallow.
Force of such shatters into the sky.
A minutia surface, bursting clap.
Catapults the surface from his body
as if to splice the clouds by his teeth.
Criteria; devouring of his prey.
Snake like body continues to raise straight up
water forming his existence,
every droplet jumping to catch his skyward exit
taking the black saturated with him.
Leaving a huge dry birthmark in the ground
Mud spit with every ocean, crud forming into Rhadamathus, and Marissa.
Marissa prays garbled and muffled from inside the belly of
PRISONS MARISSA
Sorrows of Marissa, the princess masticated into Rhadamathus wit,
the feeding from deviates.
Grabbing for oxygen, all is black to death.
Tempted not, for this death is vapid
What is, of the knowing you are dead?
She clusters around in the grave
looking for the doom that to be omitted.
To be at the height
To be at the strength, flung over the back like wet fish.
For how long rests not within, the time is of within.
Answer at will lost the monsters path into.
The process of elimination is sparse.
Strike up a thought and imagine to be she shall,
awareness of her killing
settled not inside her soul, but in her heart.
The bamboozle has slowly eaten her flesh, torture
after torture. Now eyes of Marissa will open
and realize she is not dead.
For if she looks into the black
the obsolete to live is just that, obsolete.
Hold to the opposite of
white vibrates inside the Lord in Bright.
Accumulated soul burn, a fragrance into reality
time is of essence flaring of her spirit. While a prisoner in evil
the soul must not burn permanency of design inside
Rhadamathus' stomach.
For that would damn her in certainty
the shtick assembles a necropolis.
This tarn wave maker lies in a very distant place
to most of the human race.
PRAYER
The jangle we substantiate never found under intention. The fear of
grows beyond fascination into mutilation.
Most entitle this " O God the Father, please have mercy upon us. "
Even Marissa, she spreads the Lord in Bright, what a misconception.
It irritates an anxiety inviting mental failure
leaving that anxiety in takeover control.
Time is of essence
The Lord in Bright so true
To be at the height
To be at the strength,
to be at worshipped is Gods angel.
She elevates from residue of being submerged.
Light is sporadic although bestowed to
the whites of her glance.
Reflected light with a likeness
of venal rib cage and cracked brick.
Her skin is to contrast with Rhadamathus’ gut.
An appearance of a blubber oil painting dungeon holding
inside the stomach inpetto.
Steamy humid with dampened habitat. Sadness for the lament of
Marissa melts to the surface like wiping your forehead
with redwood.
A prayer is chanted; please stay far breath.
" May I call upon God for Lord in Bright
to ask for comfort from heavens sight
in order to fight for nothing I know
and bring sun to the banana tree.
Hands together I pray the lord
may the Lord in Bright revive his sword.
I will raise my head to wait for action.
I love my Bright for satisfaction.
A vamp of bitterness with creeping cessation to swallow her throat
of coated sulfur. The smell unable to shake loose;
The taste.
The marble fountain ruptures
and suppresses the awaiting for all to see
just as the wish Pygmalion
laid upon Galatea
might hold true for the light.
SILAS ENTERS
Silas in his customary burdens
knows Rhadamathus has struck.
Knows Rhadamathus has commenced,
knows Rhadamathus is limited to nonentity.
Silas must call upon.
To be at the height
To be at the strength, the Lord in Bright so true.
This pulchritudinous princess
vindicating for what she knows as
quietus onto death.
Rhadamathus has her valise
with a dugout of chambers
with her tomb.
She illusions the sphere
her early tilted shadowy grave
is her view from below.
Arranged in her tight dwelling
to have illumination hurled down
of a premonition with her gone.
The future encountered, life absent.
Father sire glows her marble fountain
tantamount as unblemished architect.
From below.
BORN IS THE LORD IN BRIGHT
God’s plan, God’s love.
God's doctrine is in place, and smoke arises.
Impulsive reflex squirts blood into human form.
The angels and spirits assume boundaries
into one.
Bedizen in homage
to battle for Silas.
His fist wrapped in cestus with iron filled bands.
Body lined with cere cloth of melted wax.
Sending emotions at the mere sight.
Running through the Chevaliers brain
for adamant dreams
bathypeagicly deepened.
Transforming a zebra furnished in a bayadere.
One brumal December night
he rose from Gods acre.
A preserved, barongly, beaudeal Adonis
achromatic, white godling light.
Rising from the acre he knows his mission,
and penalty.
Angel of God sent to destroy the battle
of the evil spirits.
Rhadamathus.
THE HORSE GETHSEMANE
Lightning flash releasing a banshee thunder
putting the Silas village into banshoria.
Beatify the nonexistent. A baylinx on the prowl.
Shall he behest the soldiers?
Put a stop to the bedlamite of masses?
The Lord in Bright flies in force.
Creatures grasp in dominant nature
an animals back he grows from.
Another force never to be removed
of the savior Bright. Ride the wings he must
slain to a title of Gethsemane.
Pure elegance of equine
breeding immaculate
sloe - black sable beyond perfection.
Undulating muscles
endorsing shadows
engaging a personality.
Through a vitreous mirrored luster coating.
Stand tall my winged stallion
proud decorum of conceit.
Restraining alter tough and tanned
coraceous saddle
pillion bridal.
Let your tail flutter the air.
Aesthete hovering the Bright
to mounting heights
possessing wings straight from the hearts of Gods angels.
Sprouts the ribs of growth, white on black wings of white.
The wit of Gethsemane and the Lord in Bright
bonding thoughts to skim the tops of evil.
At the time when heroes are needed.
BRIGHT ANGELS IN FURY
The Lord in Bright sways his army
calling of, from God’s breath.
The highest triad in the choir of nine
vision an onslaught from the cores divine.
Illuminating is unfiltered from God
bolting to protect the celestial force.
SERAPHIM holds highest of hierarchies as first.
Six winged and four headed dragon
Gods direct
song of creation, song of celebration
primal vibration of love.
Sweet minded souls spirited together
as to match the count of
Rhadamathus
Number two choir shall be CHERUBIM.
Fertilizing lightning snakes
Gods knowledge.
Guarding the tree of life, ever turning sword.
Sweet minded souls spirited together
as to match the count of
Rhadamathus
OPHANIM thrones the choir of third.
Wheels of the mundane.
" Pupil of the eye. " With a nailing chrysolite glow
Gods chariots.
Sweet minded souls spirited together
as to match the count of
Rhadamathus
To be at the height
To be at the strength, of so great.
The vanguard of glory is
directly in flight nearest in sight.
Rescuing princess, The Statue of Light
of a broken heart and restraining cell.
They will seize from predators gaol.
Angels tracing candor
rimmed of pure fallow
at immediate service.
Hangs tall of archangel soldiers.
Triads blessing
URIEL faithful to one
depicted locus on sympathy.
Fire of God presides he does.
Sweet minded souls spirited together
as to match the count of
Rhadamathus
The second three is RAPHAEL.
or Labbiel in Chaldea, The Shinning.
One who heals the Rapha
thereof drive for healing
on man, woman and children.
Sweet minded souls spirited together
as to match the count of
Rhadamathus
Alas, three shall be that of REMIEL.
Gods mercy holding of judgment.
Heavens Lord for souls awaiting for arbitration.
Sweet minded souls spirited together
as to match the count of
Rhadamathus
To be at the height
To be at the strength, of so great.
The Lord in Bright holds due
in his fracas troupe.
Watching over
Rosicrucians " Virgin Sophia " does endow.
The gnostic angel channels her help:
Eagles
Lions
Ravens
Spheres
seven on each amnesty.
This one time and never again, so win they must.
Superbly blessed for rendering
O' harpocrates.
The depths of conjures up its cult.
The soil so natural dirty forces
for the sun must go and hide
to ponder the awaited conference.
Savage and pillage, be it so.
Its path thus leaves a devastating trail
on naive, pure people.
Fabricating war amongst
Lord in Bright.
Kings must die and rulers fall
during a laughter heard by all.
Women bleed and children murder
at the underling hand of a machiavellian emperor.
THE CLASH ENSUES
Screams are echoed in the ears.
Cascade from the moon God.
A shadow over the Banana Tree.
Sword stand tall.
Creature blood the claw.
Galloping in the spooky night mist
swordsman so brave, primeval horse so daring
proceeds the Lord in Bright and heavenly bliss.
Brave souls to be
tossed into the sea
of sky black
with one answer.
Soaring so very high leaving
a scintillate trail of hope and honor
taking after a pack of wild dogs.
Revamp the sun if you may
great ones.
Scandal in progress.
Thundering clash
lightning flash.
The wrath of heaven is felt
The burnt warning is smelt.
When lightning contends
perfectly placed on the grounds
where the people have knelt.
When the skies are dark
The lines make their mark
when lightning contends
no one can turn their back on
the unbelievable fingertip spark.
Whilst the Lord in Bright ventures purgatory
he will stand tall, smear the tears, and take inventory.
When heaven contends
commiserate on the souls of the damned from the one with authority.
God will freeze lightning for display
in risky threat to all who bend pray.
When God contends
and others who repudiate the signs of praise
shall escape beyond heaven for eternity.
( Heaven is at war )
Briefly valued hardly
( With the race )
No clue to spare
( Foretelling is correct )
Evidence to follow is not profound
( It takes a movement of the )
To be of sound
An onslaught of archangels
of mercy armor.
O' Ye faithful to, shall never rebel
in an advancement of silence
to serve and restore the heart of a mortal.
Demand is made
Rhadamathus is brazened by alter.
ALTERCATE
So begin the battle is a must.
Every day, 1000 days bestow.
Every night, 1000 nights bestow.
Blood in route of the land.
Shrieks of cries in sultry.
Survival swamps death and hurt feelings.
Dust covered the stars
smoke veneer the sun.
To be at the height
To be at the strength, the grounds are charred.
Mountain tops ruptured
ocean floors split.
Serum and sap in sweat and many misfortunates.
The Lord and the aura
rise gracefully out of the carnage of crisis.
Marissa is cut from the underbelly
and rides the tails of Bright.
Fire seethe and ferment rake the horizon
in the distance can be witnessed.
That of a flaring reddened object
departing in the air.
The brimstone shielded chariot
swiftly marked as defeat of the depths of
for the entity was forced back,
to wait 100,000 more years.
In remorse
The wondrous land.
Heaven and earth’s bondage line
has been balanced, extraordinary.
COROLLARY
Seven days bygone.
A rock being a seat over the Banana Tree.
The mortal strums her strings, soft music.
She princess of warmth
in awaiting for resurrection
of a sanction, her Lord in Bright.
The strings of her harp travel heaven bound.
Surreptitious madrigal note flexing the breeze
harmonizing her tuneful vocal in poetic lyrics.
The Lord in Bright where as immortal.
She as Marissa where as mortal.
Tenacity
the shinning one for freedom of incarceration.
The rains of tribulation have weathered her jeweled marble.
The thought of sequestered latched her shivers.
The summer sun penetrating to burn her soul.
Nevertheless, her crystals still captures the moment
Maintaining the earth as hers.
Vibgyor of bloom flowers, foliage declaring a
vegetable kingdom, in the promiscuous end.
Yes, she grasps.
Sword stand tall
creature blood the claw.
Time of beyond, the guardian light.
The princess love for and receive
love for and received.
The tree of bananas shall caress,
a shadow over the banana tree.
Charm is thee
a representation of love for the princess
for the Bright Light so true.
The tree grows ripe
as the night shines bright.
May the struggles have brought the peace
so she can be held tight.
A memory so bold.
The Bright Light
is at the height
is at the strength, so great.
Shall be of location
the young loves
will ultimately give
birth...
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