Monday, May 4, 2009

Holy Land




Can you hear roar of trumpet
It's greeting you, neither me
Is it tough like thunder?
Is it too loud to be bear?
It does adrenalin you but not me.

That plaque, you bring to my Holy Land
Did you read the sign?
Did you wrap your feet with linen?
Nor shower with olive oil before entrance. I doubt it.
And those palm trees, you beheaded within your journey. O My

This Holy Land. My Holy Land-
10 strongest pillars meet every corner. Oasis everywhere.
Three rare emeralds surpass my sight. Locked in my chest.
I ask God to baptise them three. No exception.
I rolled the sphere. This foot company me, I sealed em'.

And you, shall I named you Nemesis.
You carry two sacks of you. It's delicate.
The plaque you bring, witness your defection.
Are they reward you with Barbarian flock?
Alms you ton promises perhaps. O My!

If it cost you joy? Then I bail myself.

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