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Brian Johnston
Oklahoma
Friday, May 23, 2014
Ph: Bible: Humour: Beelzebub Vs God!
Rating: ★5.0
His cloak's foul tent is what supplies,
The darkness for the craft he plies…
His lair, 'The Father of ALL Lies.'
Victims who enter there 'to cope, '
Soon find themselves bereft of hope,
Like insects caught in toilet's slope.
Their fear becomes a coward's rush,
They quail with new found wisdom's hush,
And contemplate the final flush!
Oh my dear friend, reject his tent,
Whose shelter is so glibly lent,
God's pain worth more than Satan's rent!
Such pain may lead you to the light,
You often miss with man's insight,
Live on dear one and fight the fight!
With all your soul God's path embrace,
And when you meet Him face to face,
You'll know that Heaven IS His Grace!
The darkness for the craft he plies…
His lair, 'The Father of ALL Lies.'
Victims who enter there 'to cope, '
Soon find themselves bereft of hope,
Like insects caught in toilet's slope.
Their fear becomes a coward's rush,
They quail with new found wisdom's hush,
And contemplate the final flush!
Oh my dear friend, reject his tent,
Whose shelter is so glibly lent,
God's pain worth more than Satan's rent!
Such pain may lead you to the light,
You often miss with man's insight,
Live on dear one and fight the fight!
With all your soul God's path embrace,
And when you meet Him face to face,
You'll know that Heaven IS His Grace!
Brian Johnston
Topic(s) of this poem: War
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Brian Johnston
May 23,2014
Additional voting or rating of this poem and be done by simply including your vote in a comment on the poem. I will update my poems rating later in a way that blocks Merov from altering the points given to the poem by more friendly reviewers. Apperantly the only number keys that work on Merov's computer are 0 and 1.: -) Poor Merov.
May 23,2014
Additional voting or rating of this poem and be done by simply including your vote in a comment on the poem. I will update my poems rating later in a way that blocks Merov from altering the points given to the poem by more friendly reviewers. Apperantly the only number keys that work on Merov's computer are 0 and 1.: -) Poor Merov.
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COMMENTS
Yash Shinde
24 May 2014
That's wisdom delivered in Brian's style! I like the way you made this poem funny, as in here-
Victims who enter there “to cope, ”
Soon find themselves bereft of hope,
Like insects caught in toilet’s slope.
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God is always, a way better than Satan, though he may delay, but yes he'll respond (just like Brian!) ..From the day I've met you, your poems are becoming wonderful steadily! I loved this one, which delivers wisdom in such a fun manner! Kudos!
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Lorraine Colon
23 May 2014
Well said, Brian. We all have been warned now to keep our distance from that guy with the funny name. Great poem!
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