Johnny Nathaniel Poems

No knives nor bullets can stop the love within me. Deep down we all carry the seed, mortal blood from my wounds May seep, I am the courier of this beauty, my shell is a flesh we all bear, Icy fingers sleepy stare
We march through battle through blood and bone The flag we carry must be shown
Death for lines drawn on a globe NO!
Death for a deity we've never known NO!
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When death comes knocking at their door

They say their blessing and feel remorse
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Let it be known

We're all right
We're all wrong
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I always wanted to be out on the ocean, sailing a small boat out to the big wide open sea, smelling the salt and feeling the breeze.

At night I'd lay back and let the waves rock me to sleep as I gazed into the clear skies and at the millions of dead stars I'd never dare visiting.
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