My Shadowing SoldiersBlessed they be; the repentant REAL demons that dwell within me Cursed it is and was; the angels that have betrayed the Infinite's love Hypocritical men, at power to oppress when, they wish to make rules bend This is my war; constantly straining my mind sore I CAN'T ignore; like an innocent child horrified by gore I want no more; but I do what I do and do it for the Lord My pen, PLEASE, be heard! Perhaps I've spoken to the wrong herd Here is the truth, gathered before a wisdom tooth Why do you turn?! Do you not know that ignorance BURNS? Here then, learn! A truth way beyond that of C.E.R.N. Simultaneously something is highlighted and the ambiguity heightened It can mold you, and at first your freightened Still, once chill, the years of tears, will forlorn the morn, and form a storm; Stronger, than any so called war monger It is power, higher than any star or tower In words for those with pacifier; It is the admiration of nature and the nature in which one admires Beauty is in a perspective of the holder Thus, as one grows older, if not molded by the molder The oven loses heat and the clay heart grows colder It is more likely to shatter, or fall like water and splatter, However, let me profess phatter and drop a glitched pattern That matter, is that at the top of the verity ladder, Look down, and watch the hypocrite cowards scatter At ground level, they all attack like piranha devils Outnumbering desert sand pebbles The demons that did repent, and honored me as heaven sent, Outdo any because my powers are plenty And those powers, I borrow, from that which controls tomorrow, And embraced me with a kiss that dried my excessive tears of sorrow -IQPG
This Is The Quiet Before The StormFrom all that we can know
All that we can bestow is the fact that we are below
And Entrapped to false wavelengths’ glow
They say they saw the sun die so long ago
Such woe although they grow
In candy coated lands of the sun rays that show,
Minds where dedication to truth is so low.
Perhaps with such statements the future I sow;
You say you saw the sun die so long ago
The Truth is I can’t see; we are in the dark
Yet, I use the light of truth called the Infinite Spark
Of course, this issue of which I remark
Relates to the soul, the mind and the Ark
And not of thermonuclear reactions
Scientific method giving shadow distractions
First a faction now the cause of excess traction
Nocturnal fools in aggressions suffering of regressions
Over obsessions of revenge on depressions
WWIII is close due to Global Repressions
All I can do is plea a return to progressions.
Phather Glitched me; I know of things to come
Refusing to play dumb, I give an outcry, “I hear the war drum;
Prepare! The instigation is done, the end has begun!â€
-IQPGSmell my lightning and thunder
Embrace an individual with hunger
And he will ride, yet keep in mind
Most are fake and Brutus
Enemies are friends that bruise us
So forget a friend,
Very few will bravely stick with me to the end
All the fakeness they send, is just another trend
Now, smell my clouds obedience
They ride to my desires with diligence
I admitted so in days of puerility
Along with other such abilities, and hints of my nobility
While many resorted to obsessions of lust and hostility
Instead of living my Amalgamation's responsibility
Smell MY shakes and tectonic volatility
Bring about the apocalyptical rains
With droughts for the grains
Simply from the pains that gather in my veins
That proclaim the depressions I gain
Because of the mass degeneracy acclaim
However, I still restrain
For just a little more time before letting wrath have domain
Smell that cold and solitary brother Qoheleth Gletshn
The same one that has the shameless sophistry "wise" chattering their denture
The same one you keep mistaking for a warming up mother nature
My brother returns on ___________, as the true and holy quencher
Noticed and understood that blank indenture?
Notice, my brother is like an adventure, of lightning that cometh out of the east, and shineth unto the west
Smell the lies they declare of me in your manipulation boxes
For they get the whole of the children's loaf and give it to the foxes
Shame yourselves; you pledge to them instead of listening to what my brother's rock says
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