mark anthony st. rose
A Star - Poem by mark anthony st. rose
Mohammed was the prophet,
the voice in the wilderness,
just there to introduce the greatness,
now you are about to witness.
Not just I but the second coming,
angels in the background humming,
my lines are star studded
with pearls from heaven,
my favourite number- seven.
Now I am not blaspheming,
but I am just saying
that God called me to pick up the pen,
and write poems to lead all men.
My words are Infinte,
men hearts sink in it,
and swim in the sea of souls,
diving deeper where treasure holds.
And my words continue to make gold
floors of mansions beyond this world.
So that where I am there you may be also,
proving me and this scripture true.
I promised I would come back for you,
and poems were my passage,
love written my message.
from Heaven's dimension to earth,
my sacrifice proved your worth,
and I would not hesitate to do it again,
lay down my life to save a friend.
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