Downsize fear
At the rough toes of the sea
mounts the ranting warriors;
Both the ghosts and their drunk gods
merry together but at war, they flee.
Wherein the beautiful maggots sell,
there, lies the devil on cruel snare,
To capture and seize the made dignitaries,
who goes out without precautions.
There are depths of supreme power
one should obtain at all sweat and cost
And there are heights of soured hatred
one must kick into the burning dust.
Behold, the farther a soul sojourns:
the lesser his worries becomes
Therefore, sell off fear; pass over the thorns;
afore, blooms your reward: the paradise.
©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
(A salient prolific author...)
21/01/2018
12: 21PM
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