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Samuel's Poetry & Thoughts - I'm an open book. Clear conscience. Just, days are sort of not knowing what to do. So, why not. Maybe someone can give me advice despite my clueless and dogma. - Very blunt yet obscured.



Write My Own, Based On A Song

O LORD, I humble will to accept thine throne and meet thine bone. For all thine grace thine heart perceives, let every man to knowledge peace bring. Indulgence of thine mortal wound way cannot receive over wisdom be.

For my grace is mightier than purity and the voices echo out through anthems' ring. For the heaven bring a peaceful song to that of much to sing. Unlike witness spared, let destruction not so be in flowing chains that we of veins last for preservation seen.

Let them come and challenge me, knowing I fail at dignity. For by far thine anthem sweet taught me neat at clarity and reason shine. For thou O Lord, you are mine, and thine treasure and a sign. With wherein we redefine in you our worldly cause and for us a noble pause. To see that sound so sweet and glory neat of our treasure's hope.

In they so too, and I to thee and thine.
We the observer seek and dine.

For by your evidence proven that life act foolishly.
Much by sane or not much define.

Our story to re-tell or refine you immortal and not of blood to nature's whine.

For by the worlds that sought you not brought they closer to nature's rot. For the eyes of wicked became holy hence and recompense to your open or close your temple name.

Seek it clear and see a witness now of those like we to the eye that see. Open up my mind that it last or be, though held back tears have I from me. Dearest I, too we, I shall see eternity.

O Glory's sake, history forgotten by man yet not I forsake.

Be true to one if not true to all. Yet last a fall that stood tall. Through perils of doubt and lacking strengths, find thine noble insight with deep to sweep sin away as one of the pure.

For rebuke have I for sickness of my eyes to mind, yet witness be a glow. A sanity peace bestow. And love not I my own.

But a seed is sown, where emotion is greater than a shell and mightier than the influences of manipulative hell.

As world increases intellect, they shall know it all and befall wonders to overbought, and missing glories.