Anthony Edmond John
Truelly Truelly - Poem by Anthony Edmond John
That major war between good and evil is yet to commence...
Truelly Truelly the sun will be carried away on the wings of that pure white dove...
At least lets recount the thrills contained in Your second world war...
I am The Sage...
I had been crowned...
My Mind is sound...
These psalms that ease My pains carry a pound of FIRE that Thunders...
Go call on the strength of Hannibal's Best Warriors...
Could they stand..
Pharoah's Bloodhounds could not survive that oceanride so...
Itembe do pass me My pillow for I really need this night's rest..selah.
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