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| The Daily Battle | |||||||||||||||||
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On the battlefield, night and day, Forever struggling, in this fray. Such dangerous foes, ever near, Such putrid death, ever so clear. The night draws on, seemingly bleak, Yet day draws near, seeming so meek. All of a sudden darts appear, From all directions, drawing near. There is no haven, nothing found, The only safety, is the ground. Asking for help I look to God, With only faith, which may seem odd. I look to the sky, darts draw near, A shield of faith removes my fear. Darts drawing closer, getting near, Faith is reigning, fleeing is fear. Darts upon me, I feel no pain. My faith in God, has been a gain. -Justin w.h. | ||||||||||||||||
| A Band | |||||||||||||||||
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The Guitarist, He sits and stares, Lost in his thoughts, So unaware. The Band preforms a show tonight, �Supposed to be a grudging crowd� The guitarist laughingly states. �We�ll just have to get really loud.� The band walks out, onto the stage, And silence hits the crowd. After the first song, no applause Just polite clapping, nothing loud. Discouraged, they try once again, With no more success than at first. The crowd is totally silent, The Band wonders if they are cursed. As the bassist starts the next tune, And the guitarist joins along, The people start to stir about, Starting to clap to the song. Taking their stand, With driving might, The band played on, Long through the night. -Justin w.h | ||||||||||||||||
| Personal Note | |||||||||||||||||
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Feel free to e-mail me and make crap out of my poems, it'll help me to gain some talent in the area of poetry. | ||||||||||||||||
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