Category : Poems

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Could I drift to the edge of the steepest wall,
The abyss where the broken hearts take the deepest fall?

The clouds turn their backs, in range thunder roars 
Vomiting fire amidts hedeaious groans of battle horns 

Demons among the thorns image the only rose 
Just a man could I discry and raze the sparkling rose?

To drift to the steepest wall,
Face the thunder roar,
Discry the sparkling rose 
I must read the the sacred Scroll 

But what does the scroll say ?

You will trample upon lions and cobras; you will crush fierce lions and serpents under your feet and you shall know no harm. Psalm. 91: 13