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Holy War

Perplexing hearts and dreadful minds
Cares enough for you to be
Thoughts of touch in crystal smiles
Glares enough for you to see
Days of old in that desperate hour
A crusade began at the break of dawn
Unleashed the wrath of the churches power
Only proving no one would become their pawn

Through suppression of faith
repression of need
prediction of reason
to establish a lead

Predjudicial enlightenment of culture and tillage
A charismatic reformation of rational pilgrims
There'll be mourning with victory, a constant becoming
One choice, one struggle, a migrant within your soul
From clay to God- his wrath remains in the bowl
Pope Urban was denied
Now a Holy War- diversified

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Good Morning Beautiful

One of these days you'll break me of many things
Some cold white day, but you're crazy if you think I would leave you this way
You should wake up before the wrath comes
(me and you) could take off before the wrath comes...soon
And one of these days I pray it will be sometime soon
On a day like today, you'd be crazy not to want me to teach you the way
You should wake up before the wrath comes
(me and you) could take off before the wrath comes...soon
Well I know what you're like - I've read it on the walls
You're too tired, you choose heaven over the earth and me but come on please...
You should wake up before the wrath comes
(me and you) could take off before the wrath comes
Well (maybe you) should take off
(yeah you) should take off

song performed by by Deftones
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The Wrath Did End

i was angry with my friend
now i told my wrath,
the wrath did end,
i wandered in fears,
whole day with my tears,
but i cant be apart,
so i told my wrath,
the wrath did end.
my soul told me
how can you hurt,
whom you placed
in your heart,
so i told my wrath,
and wrath did end.
i am back my dear,
and never ever do so.
u also please dont,
treat me as a foe,
and tell your wrath,
and wrath will end

poem by Anubhav gupta
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Dragon's Wrath

The Dragon's wrath
It burns my soul
It takes my breath away
And in its shadow
I will hide
Until the break of day.

And on that mourn
When dawn is born
I'll make my get away

I'll climb to heights
With all my might
And leaping from
The highest mount
My soul will take its flight.

I'll soar above
The earth so free
In sweetest revere
And look upon the earth below
The Dragon I will see.

And fearlessly I will soar
For I will finally see
This beast of dreams
And earth bound schemes
Has no power over me.

poem by Lynne FincherSpringarden
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In the hearts and minds of the people, the grapes of wrath were growing heavy for the vintage.

John Steinbeck in The Grapes of Wrath
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Those Left Behind

Right after the trumpet sound, Christians on earth won’t be found,
For all Believers will be with, that One who was God’s perfect Gift.
While those left behind will enter in, a time lead by the Man of Sin,
Partnered with the devil who, today deceives men like me and you.

A time that unbelievers will see, the events described in Prophecy,
The prophetic words of our Lord, that by many have been ignored,
Events, for centuries prophesied, upon this earth, won’t be denied,
As the events that prophecy foretold, on this earth begin to unfold.

With God’s Church out of the way, ahead for all left’s a darker day,
All being lead with little suspicion, by the revealed son of perdition.
A man presently walking this earth, hindered by those of New Birth,
As God’s Restrainer lives inside, all those, who now in Christ abide.

This man filled with Satan’s wrath, shall lead men on a slippery path,
Declaring a peace man will not see, leading all into a darker Eternity.
The world when filled with unbelief, from Antichrist, will see no relief,
But the wrath poured from the sky, by The Lord, who reigns on high.

All who refused God’s salvation, will see firsthand God’s Revelation,
When Christ comes to defeat evil, fulfilling a Holy God’s perfect will,
From God’s Wrath that is stored, Judgment on all evil will be poured,
On the darker powers of all iniquity, as it’s swept away for all eternity.

From each trumpet, seal and bowl, the Wrath of God will take its toll,
Destroying Antichrist and friends, when all iniquity, Lord Jesus ends,
Binding Satan below the earth, as His Reign of Peace, God will birth,
When Christ comes to earth again, to rule and reign for a millennium.

poem by Bob Gotti
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A True Blessed Hope

Christ is indeed for us my friend, our true Blessed Hope for the end,
He is our Blessed Hope my friend, in that we will see a brighter end.
This Hope is something we can’t see, that we can know is sure to be.
And this hope is for all who come, to a living faith in God’s Only Son.

In Jesus Christ we’re set apart, through faith in Him at the very start,
We’re set apart when we’re saved, from a world that’s quite depraved.
We’re seated in a Heavenly place, through the work of Saving Grace,
And sealed by The Spirit of God, and protected in this world we trod.

Placed on a much different path, and saved so we don’t suffer wrath.
The Wrath of God is sure to come, but not on men who love The Son.
We’re sealed until our redemption, and my friend there’s no exemption,
Once He comes to live in our heart, Christ my friend will never depart.

The Man of Sin is being held at bay, and he shall be up until that day.
Being held back until that very hour, by The Spirit’s restraining Power.
An hour of trial coming upon men, left on earth following Satan’s plan.
Our light will not in the world, when Satan’s darkened plan is unfurled.

For he will be revealed on the day, when The Holy Spirit is taken away.
And that’s the day my dear friend, Believers shall see the brighter end.
For on that day Christ will descend, to the clouds to meet us my friend.
And every believer will one day see, what for many today is a mystery.

The Blessed Hope brings us Salvation, while all others face tribulation.
Jesus is our Blessed Hope indeed, and all the assurance that we need.
Friend there can be no denial, that we’ll be kept from that hour of trial.
Jesus will keep us from that hour, by His Grace and Sovereign Power.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Spider-Man's Vow!

This I would vow, to make my stand
Defending what is right -
To do much more than lend a hand...
On duty day and night!

This I would vow, to sympathise
With those who need my aid -
And though I do this in disguise,
My valour will not fade...

This I would vow, to rescue those
At risk, in mortal dread...
Against all rogues and superfoes
And any they've misled!

This I would vow, my strength, my power,
My spirit, body, soul,
To vanquish villains hour-by-hour...
Yes, this will be my goal!

This I would vow, with earnest faith,
I'll do the best I can!
So criminals beware or brave
The wrath of Spider-Man!

poem by Denis Martindale
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Psalm 94 part 1

v.1,2,7-14
C. M.
Saints chastised, and sinners destroyed; or, Instructive afflictions.

O God, to whom revenge belongs,
"Proclaim thy wrath aloud;
Let sovereign power redress our wrongs,
Let justice smite the proud.

They say, "The Lord nor sees nor hears:"
When will the fools be wise?
Can he be deaf who formed their ears?
Or blind, who made their eyes?

He knows their impious thoughts are vain,
And they shall feel his power;
His wrath shall pierce their souls with pain
In some surprising hour.

But if thy saints deserve rebuke,
Thou hast a gentler rod;
Thy providence's and thy book
Shall make them know their God.

Blest is the man thy hands chastise,
And to his duty draw;
Thy scourges make thy children wise
When they forget thy law.

But God will ne'er cast off his saints,
Nor his own promise break
He pardons his inheritance
For their Redeemer's sake.

poem by Isaac Watts
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Whitsunday

When God of old came down from Heaven,
In power and wrath He came;
Before His feet the clouds were riven,
Half darkness and half flame:

Around the trembling mountain's base
The prostrate people lay;
A day of wrath and not of grace;
A dim and dreadful day.

But when he came the second time,
He came in power and love,
Softer than gale at morning prime
Hovered His holy Dove.

The fires that rushed on Sinai down
In sudden torrents dread,
Now gently light, a glorious crown,
On every sainted head.

Like arrows went those lightnings forth
Winged with the sinner's doom,
But these, like tongues, o'er all the earth
Proclaiming life to come:

And as on Israel's awe-struck ear
The voice exceeding loud,
The trump, that angels quake to hear,
Thrilled from the deep, dark cloud;

So, when the Spirit of our God
Came down His flock to find,
A voice from Heaven was heard abroad,
A rushing, mighty wind.

Nor doth the outward ear alone
At that high warning start;
Conscience gives back th' appalling tone;
'Tis echoed in the heart.

It fills the Church of God; it fills
The sinful world around;
Only in stubborn hearts and wills
No place for it is found.

To other strains our souls are set:
A giddy whirl of sin
Fills ear and brain, and will not let
Heaven's harmonies come in.

Come Lord, Come Wisdom, Love, and Power,
Open our ears to hear;
Let us not miss th' accepted hour;
Save, Lord, by Love or Fear.

poem by John Keble
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Psalm 90 part 2

v.8-12
C. M.
Infirmities and mortality the effect of sin.

Lord, if thine eye surveys our faults,
And justice grows severe,
Thy dreadful wrath exceeds our thoughts,
And burns beyond our fear.

Thine anger turns our frame to dust;
By one offence to thee
Adam with all his sons have lost
Their immortality.

Life, like a vain amusement, flies,
A fable or a song;
By swift degrees our nature dies,
Nor can our joys be long.

'Tis but a few whose days amount
To threescore years and ten;
And all beyond that short account
Is sorrow, toil, and pain.

[Our vitals with laborious strife
Bear up the crazy load,
And drag those poor remains of life
Along the tiresome road.]

Almighty God, reveal thy love,
And not thy wrath alone;
O let our sweet experience prove
The mercies of thy throne!

Our souls would learn the heav'nly art
T' improve the hours we have,
That we may act the wiser part,
And live beyond the grave.

poem by Isaac Watts
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We Know The End

As the times get darker my friend, praise The Lord we know the end.
And as the times get dark as night, as believers we can see the light.
As we’ve received a great revelation, from The Lord of our salvation.
The book John was inspired to write, ends in the Hope of God’s Light.
God through John reveals to all, the final consequences of man’s fall.

That every man and every nation, shall experience Great Tribulation,
In a time when judgment is poured, upon the earth by Christ our Lord.
Upon a wicked and sinful world, as the Lord’s future wrath is unfurled.
The book begins with letters to, the seven Churches Christ foreknew.
Local Churches or Ages friend, the Church’s presence soon will end.

The voice of a trumpet John would hear, from above to come up here.
At that point, The Church of Christ, from upon the earth is out of sight.
And then John points us to a scroll, and to The One who is in control.
It is Jesus Christ, the Worthy Lamb, who opens up the scroll at hand.
In the scroll The Lord reveals, His mighty judgments of Seven Seals.

Then the Seven Trumpets come, these too are revealed by The Son.
Ending in Seven Bowls of judgment, for The Lord above won’t relent.
Upon His enemies He won’t relent, until all His Wrath on evil is spent.
Indeed it will be a dark time to come, up until the return of God’s Son,
Who raptured His Beloved Bride, so all believers could be at His side,

While God judges the earth below, and with a power that all will know.
But while The Church is here my friend, you can still change your end.
Come and follow the narrow path, and you too will avoid God’s Wrath.
Make the only choice that’s right; today come into God’s Glorious Light.
Then when God’s Wrath is poured, you too will be above with The Lord.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Love Pawn

The raging storm occurring outside my window
Can not compare to the constant choler
That tempers my heart this maniacal moment.
Why? Would you like living a pawn of love?
Forever being forced to feel painful pangs
Caused by a cruel manipulator. Like a captured
Pawn without a pertinent part in the game of love:
Only to stand alone among the active players.
On the sidelines, stagnating, unable to sever
Yourself from the fray. A preordained pawn!
Whose role resembles “ loves labours lost”
A cruel comedy rendering me a pathetic prisoner
That must persistently prove my legitimacy.
Rage on teapot tempest! At least your wrath will wane.

poem by Albert Ahearn
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Pilgrimmage to the Shrine of the Goddess, Vaishnodevi (Jammu-India)

With a bundle of luggage on her head,
and a baby in the cradle dangling from her neck,
with folded hands worshipping and barefoot,
she was climbing up shouting: ’Victory to the Goddess’.
An old frump counting her days
With a hand on her bent back,
was crawling up crying: “ Jai Matha Di”.(Victory to the Goddess) .

We alone are the footsore pilgrims
aspiring for a magic carpet to fly to the top.
Parents were sitting on ponies
but their baby was in the hands of the pony-man.

The boys danced to the sounds of drums
to boost the morale of the tired pilgrims,
who scrambled up the mountain with frets and sweats.
My friend too danced and looked at the ladies
for sweet comments and smiles;
but the women with no festering thoughts
yelled: “Jai Matha Di” and moved up.
The long trek sapped our energy;
but the shouts to the victory of the Goddess,
flapped our wings to go up.
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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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He

He was the most dreadful name,
Everything agreed the same,
When they felt his horrid wrath.
Such a lonely way it is,
All by myself watching the town fizz,
To escape Him along this narrow path.

I wish it wasn't this way,
But I've nothing to say,
For it is not my choice.
All in a large crowd,
Where everyone was very loud,
No one could hear my voice.

I chose to take this way,
Because no one listened to me today,
And they all will die.
I'm walking along this path I know,
Will show me the way to go,
And help I shall find.

But no mercy he shows them,
He will break every limb,
And I will run out of time,
Or maybe I will pay,
I might if I may,
Give him a penny or a dime.

Along this broken road I walk,
And to myself do I talk,
About if time runs out.
I hope it doesn't run out,
But if it does I will shout,
Kill me now,
Before He kills me.
And now you see,
The power of He.

poem by Mystykka Mysterious
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All The Pilgrims

All those married shall cheer and stride
Like the marchers of religion and gain.
Silent worshippers are like pilgrims of the night,
They never whisper or stride wrongfully
And objectionably, merely they strive.
No mind is against the pilgrims of the night
Who are not beggars of the light,
Who are some of us as well,
Who let pilgrimage be like a journey of choice
That man suffers for woman and child.
Anything in the light of the book of God
Shall be with pilgrims of choice,
Their minds are set upon life of the world beyond.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Ballad: Pope Benedict XVI in US,2008

The Apostle of peace had come:
Pope Benedict by name;
To US, where he was welcome,
With missionary aim.