(TPAC) Alexander Coppedge Poems

Brothers before an earth creation origin forming it, start of homes of souls thought to sin, begin the tale proclaiming it others living under dark a to life.

Opinions of higher light water state a suggestion, say by a vanity delusion greatest sight, reflecting whole life it this blessing of the up folks it's alright.
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Sun up its flare saw drop, fall it sinking finals rest, scream sounding loudly bursts hidden in hollows call shouted, came dark proclaims its news to all.

Statement it a cry to life warns the voice it issues, creeping it a dreary fear fright it coming it is near, surviving a dark danger to try it effort of animals.
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Poetry, strikes arrows at desires within, declares out a word, say stand, is to me a voice heard, that land, statement free emotions, sighted in line written; by wand: and bow.

Love it to calm, high wind breeze, activate this need, by set intentions, aimed at a target, slow pulling a red string, stretched, pull back, direction goes up that flow, low; release: its hum.
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A sun drops beams, it's by downed rays, sways, touches aim, the ground, at dark, destroy displays; set its visuals; pathways.

A light, a dawn's hark, it to us, a morning, put its bark, attack cave's night, peels dark off wall, melt hot away; dew in a park.
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You're, indeed, my trusted Lord, encouraging love in inner heart, giving inspirations, too, visions to do, submitting wisdom, defending of right; my companion: a friend.

This appointed King, placed on a high throne, who allowed his death to be, to help stop all sins, claims him beloved ones, nailed they one innocent; to a cross: folks.
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Life treasure tasks hated such as failing to recall a feature, retain the funds the replacement to uplift cash, to have no job but pleasure safely in a bank.

My duty is to target it is minor, at draining steals this item cutting, reveals faults it stops to pits and boasts a max: ends fear to retire seals final facts.
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"Watch me", flow over it a flower, beyond blow fly in wind spec, high upper gust swirling, befriending a spider below: talks a fly.

"We-e", spin body black frame, turns its spinning, flaps of wings high in the air, rapidly beat at the same time; twins: joyfully game.
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My soon future, stop working, too near, view pits of life, work end face, dazzled, it's an ace, having no job, retirement; isn't great for me: kept in a race.

This reality fated has a trap laid, it's to bust any man, intending, it to kill me, a timeless evil, take a death thrust, rippling its fear; shears: in once able bones rust.
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These voyagers chance a risk, to a position, action rocks with wave motion; atop water done floated: not a plan notion threat.

Ten men, with wives, at play kids, following skids, at desks check all jewels, secure pen; inside a craft den: core in taken walks.
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Your viewpoint, on them defined below, its host always to be, banishing, show this hatred, by your set views, astonishing, cast them out from any happiness, simply vanishing; it ends full truth: put thought.

Your twisted imagination, about those beings low, heated, grips the mind, cook a life of lies, hook victims, its told wonders, seen everyone as bad, down gleaming, not like him; look they instead: more like monsters.
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