O Ye that love to stay higher
Above others like a tower,
where lies Goliath with his power?
When David defeated power,
And cut every pride like a mower.
O ye that boast of thy power;
What good is thy power?
Behold I do not fear thy power,
For I seek not for power,
But to pull down power.
Behold, he that feast on power,
Sucks power
Like a bird sucking the soul of a flower;
He never acknowledge God's power.
Sad mortality is the implication of thy power.
Hath thou considered the extent of thy power?
O remember, the Almighty's power
When thou shalt be condemned by his power,
And shrink in shame that same hour.
O remember, the limitation of thy power.
I seek not for power but to pull down power. This is great Michael. It is a message of truth.
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An impressive write that resonates with literary conviction. A poignant work of art written in verse with rhythmic splendour. Thanks for sharing, Michael. Remain enriched.