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In – Valid – Date

I

Is your ID valid or innate feelings Great;

wanting to bring honour to King and Coventry.

Mostly to your family, alas your plate;

it was not cast silver, but stolen, contemplate

the rust between the dented iron, fatigued pry.

Just one glimpse to Heaven, but you shall not cry;

to pass your hours to Supper, greener pasteur's await!

II

Belate in valid notions, no pedigree to behold;

but a Nice Name, under worn out tongues cheeky

remarks, what forgat why you shant slap bold...

Give me a date for my Hearing, Oh Lord!!

Faceless snickering bodies carrying away, meekly;

another one bites the dust, who couldn't pay steeply!

If I but could dare believe – to pour on handmaids mould!

III

Cheated into Life, how do you Prophet? Profess thy Creed;

as lamp-oil and fine Wine prosper daily, are you even Free?

Another Barbarian NPC, to write their empty columns debris;

who cares for a falling amber or sage, yet to find breathe.

The spark, what never became Fire on an Altar, to dream!

What madness, Ravens don't chirp amongst turtle-doves, cream

their crops – such audacity – know your place, Aberdeen!

IV

What is more green and environmental, than Envy?

You shall not follow two Kings, either you love One;

hate another, or behold one, discard in vanity...

But what does that meme, then there's more meaning,

than can be summed up in a head or Sermon... Gone

is the Valour. Ichabod remains of Lords Chariots run;

none of the knights banners held high, returned to vie!

V

There is the Quest and the Champion, but chesters remain;

little boys playing around, what they gleamed from the field.

Long forgotten lie the battles, nobody stands up Believe – maimed

are but all expressions on the looks of women and children gained.

Not a single man wants to parse through precept upon precept. Shield

your face, make it stern like a Cliff, unmoved, void expression – yield

to the merchant and his Buck, stacking Personas together in vain...

VI

Who should God be seeking out? “Don't ask me –

I bought a New Bull. I need to touch my shit!”

“Not Me! I bought a house am happily married;

find someone else, as I give a fuck, go on Carrie.”

But the altar in front of El Shaddai was lit;

El Elyon sat in His War Room, surrounded with

legions of Angels and Demons – “Make em kneel!”

VII

“Who shall go to this time and preach?”

Whiteraven came, took a knee, “I Sire,

I shall be Conflict upon them, I shall besiege

three aghast two – the Karens screech!

Their marrow diluted with cope – admire –

what all I can due, on a needle thread the Shire.

But then Poof, its gone, two against three sledge.”

VIII

“Take your Crown, Conflict, for you shall pass!

Make way, so War; Famine and Death could come:”

In Validare et Spitfire Durnum, encompasse

the meany, who didn't wear a beany fencesplitting amass!

Who could blass more crayons on thy umbrella stung?

Superman is in da house, to roll under the rocks hung

up in the shape of another Almost tree, who shared chess.

IX

I'm – Valid – Caryatid. Looking back like Idit!

Stoned at the gates and in the walls, forgotten;

then others there picked from the Mountains clint;

but not this son of a Cliff. Wasn't Eastwood to redit!

No redirect or subpoena to divest my shame to Potters.

Broken shards of clay, sullen silver, dark matters.

For another mad hatter, who lost the Postal Ibid...

X

My Jesus Lives. After I done my bidding;

even if I forsake my face and renown.

Somebody else dwells in my lodging;

riding my poems to the booker, Hoggins!

I'm bugging myself, to stumble and Fall gown.

Let them see the rot inside, to frown;

be blind and see no more clowns Mrs. Reeding.

XI

Missed readings and pompous prose for opportunity;

then pious is no longer thicker than Solomon's loin!

A Son thus said, lost a Kingdom gathered by Unity –

very well, Pathos needs to hew the path to Insanity.

Then David's not good eunuch, find some betas coin.

Toss it inside the lot, and make it roulette toy-in!!

Who can lootbox around the Beet, to build this City?

XII

Patros vs Uranos, who shall be the Victor – derelictor;

deers licking the salt at your defenestrated wounds!

How many bucks do you give, or a click; clit; shit store?

Defragmenting your PC into Sturm und Drang gore;

wombs entombed dear, Der Arsch Gratia Artis hounds.

I shall release all the Wild Hunts to catch one Witch sound!

Why dost God need, who still ponder on leaf-carry bored?

Medal of Honour

 

Medal of Honour

Pro 30:20; Zeph 1; Amos 5:18-20; 1Sam 22:2; Psa 42

I

Rise Knights and Ladies, ye chosen ones;

the silent heroes-heroines, relentless in strive!

Let me show you, who's in Heaven outdone;

not by a trinket nor red tape; best outgun.

It's because you where there for us, Steve.

You there the Raven, who didn't Karen her sleeves;

to wash her hands and mouth: “I didn't eat any!” Pun.

II

To the officer, who ran the extra mile, I salute thee;

his children had to raise themselves, wife be the Man.

Medic and nurse, who ER the hobos along with degreed;

who remembered the Oath of Hippocrates, not business fees.

To the Milkman and Plumber, who didn't smooth the Lamb;

accepting only service as ordered, the Grandstand!!

For what you done to the people, you did Jesus, now Live!

III

To the stocky Busdriver, who made his passangers pray;

to the rowdy Custodian, who stole the joint from the babes.

To all of you, a Blessing awaits – go into the Lords Supper, Hail!

Woe ye, who are priests, but your parish is sound asleep, nay;

those who rather watch for clicks and triggers, but who's saved.

You would invite in Iskariot, for he's good with money, for shame!

But Zeloths; Fishermen; Tax collectors? – “Never A Gain!!”

IV

What the wise and the smart have not gathered for the feast;

that did Jesus summon amongst the twelve disciples...

A little bit here, a little there, such is the power of yeast;

beware of the Pharisees-Zodokite's lend-lease!

Neither 19 nor 21 but 20 geras in one Shekel;

learn it from the house of Obed-Edom of Gittites well!

All the World is full of His Honour, as Isayah appraised!!

V

Such was the Cornerstone, what was cast aside indeed;

such are His servants, who live in front of his feet.

Sermon of the Mount, Martha, not Vineyard of Naboth; bleed!

Mary shall not loose her chosen lot, nor those in need.

The Godspeed you can believe, what Satan defeats;

stand your ground firm, not a finger, die on yours, Priest!

If you don't catch the foxes on Gods Hill, please leave.

VI

Its the Mothers Heart, who made a mistake, but kept

the Son and Daughter from going astray to the World!

Under mocking scorn, but worked 3 jobs, no regret –

raise your chin Hagar, for your Son shall be King, let

it be sung amongst the courts and below the sword!

Išmail, his hand against himself and others, behold –

That will dig a well, what the Chosen didn't met!!

VII

Not by a medal nor by awards of Oskar – Emmy;

not to shame the oil on Jesus' head, for a harlots spite!

God dost not need your lofty prayers and sacrifices, Granny;

nor your vitriol, Grandpa stand down from the pulpit. Verily;

if Justice would Flow, like Niagara Falls, not to spike

the drink and vision, but remain sober, when others kite.

Not to the Left, nor Right nor Center, Christ is your money!

VIII

There are those, who have cut themselves from towns,

to go to the forest; who have become vile to look,

by kin, who still remain with the stove. Who owed

a debt, who was of anxiety and distress, unbowed

to the offerings of King Saul, who couldn't wait, shook!

But David the Bard-King, like a Stag, thirsty, covered

the sins of Many, to bring them to Salvation, Rad!

IX

To all the Whiteravens; Dark Elves and Alps, let us pray:

“I am Conflict and despair! I hold no Enterprice!

Hear me, oh Maker of All Things, He who Slays

the wicked bestowing Attributes to the Righteous. May

I be a Hunter, like Nimrod, beholden to You, Vice

nor Virtue dost guide my path, My Lord, Amazed

by your Grace, who makes rain, make my Day!”

Knights March

 

Then Knights shall march on promised lands;

do shield your heart and faith at hand.

Don't trust the ministers and Kings banner;

for they see plan upon plan on many manner!

Die for Yourself, and make a stand,

there God may Pride in your hand.

Thus is the goal of any Knights Valour!

Then Manors reach to Kingdom Come;

more plots of land, than forests bog.

A Knight may have to pay handsome;

forsake his wife and children home.

For vows are kept, revered the rod;

what deeds hath done the Man the Lord!

Give Praise to Jesus Thy Gods Son!

To Protect and Serve, who's stature meek;

from day to day, they toil the lands.

Who themselves cannot upkeep;

what borders, lines hath Duchies keep!

To keep the coin at same weight, grand;

don't let the merchant lead warbands!

Thus is the Knight, His other cheek!!

Resist in Feces

Then trends have leases, pretending cases;

subject matters but details idle deviled.

Some love mothers and daughter, others nieces;

the righteous often have to resist in Feces.

Just like Ezekiel once saw angels smile.

A wheel inside a wheel, he couldn't eat bile!

For then the honour turns rot, many deceit faces.

Its great to be pureborn, hold banners high;

take your best behaviour to battlefield, court.

Some don't even can afford to kite.

Like zealoths in the crowd the swash in the night;

“Sculls and daggers, who could that have been, wort?”

Later in the dens the tails curtail for sport.

Was Isayah one-two-many or Jeremiyah shy!

Q outsorcing to fin: “There's no Jesus!”

Theologians molest the gospel to be written by St. Paul.

Are we baptized in St. Peter or St. James, Preach thus –

there's but one Name, what shall bring salvation, blush

ye heathen devils and artistic arcanists of Sheol.

Who ye seek great annals and secret passagedoors.

None of you shall feast in the Heavenly Supper!!

Where the Hemlocks flourish

 

Bury my Heart at Wounded Knee, where the Hemlocks flourish;

so my soul may find respite in the trample of the buffalo,

the dance of wolf and jackal. Then the winds wails, nourish

through the mountains, bring a new Spring over Winter famished.

Put Daffodils for my eyes and forget my tomb, let it scaffold

itself on the trails of Crows and Ravens, once told...

as the bowstrings unfasten, let me rest my Soul embellished.

Forget my name, forsake my place, where the Hemlocks flourish;

as Poison Ivy gives root and wormwood gives merit.

Let there be Vinegar and Salt for the Earth to crack fiendish

laughter at any passer by, lest they tag along. Swedish

kisses and meatballs along with rotten fish iron prized, heavy!

So that nobody travels my roads and carries my weights, levy

the rulers and precepts upon precept. Fall through the dirt, ghoul wish!

Put under threshold, build Casinos on, where the Hemlocks flourish;

let them greenskins roam free and flap their gums around the plot.

A copper coin under my tongue, for silver has become sullen, boarish!

Gold has lost its shine, diamonds crumbled in heat – cherish

the time you have, Love God and Country, for you know not

the times and tribulations, who rises and falls like Mercury. Shot

on the Moon and back again, the Spitfire had to trot cherries!

Born to be Damned

 

I

To the Damned, all life is Holy, they never guzzle

waste trampling on the excess, falling from their mounds.

Why hath the people gone up to Arkadia puzzled?

Like Obama and the mocking children to highground fizzle.

They offer to stars and powers, but not thy Lord go round;

may the bear take them as the bald comes down to crown!

Those, who have, shall have, those who don't loose all Rizzle!

II

Do or Die, those who have time to damn, abandon your folly.

Why would you look back at Sodom and Gomorrah with joy;

dost you think betters because Jesus saves? Listen, Sully,

Just as the pupil blessing in the morning, didn't receive fully –

he hoped for a blessing but got a curse, Fallen is Troy!!

Don't bring Greek Gifts to the Altar of the Lord, ye boy;

first make up with your adversary, what you have beef jolly.

III

To the Chosen, all life is unworthy – haughty is their gaze;

like Cows of Bashan they tip their toes around, rolling eyes.

Umbridge, gatekeeping on the fencesitters place:

“Let's not allow people even border with God, lest some vice

becomes unholy at the touch of El Shaddai – Let us dine!”

Do you have time, eat at dinner tables, then thy Lord confined

under yours starving like a little puppy seeks his crumbs chase?

IV

Those, who put chips and leaflets at mourners shoulders;

those who war at Sabbath day, taking the sword from the meek.

The orphan and widow cant come with their case to court, beholders

are seething to watch, that none shall pass the thrown boulders!

Alas, “Conflict” has arisen, and gallops on his white horse – wreak

havoc and dismay, so War; Famine and Death could enter deep;

open wide, ye heavy thinkers, who like Eli from their seat, Mulder.

V

But Jesus shall Live amongst the Pans and the Dryads;

the elves shall bring him incense, the Alps shall mend his armour!

The Valkyries be maids of honour, while the Kingdom of God's

children are cast out into the furthest pits of darkness, where Gogs

and Magogs gnash tooth and wail their hounds! Born in Glamour,

you have gorged yourself in the beatitudes of El Elyon Famous.

What you have not done unto wicked, you have not unto Thy Lord!

Halleluyah (Luke 2:10)

 

I

Lift up ye Spirits, and exalt ye Fervour;

chastise ye wanting but lacking Flesh.

Thy King is coming, in trumpets splendour;

Ramah still weeps her sons, who could vendor –

bring back the Soul of Man, make it Thrash

like Behemoth, a hunter like Nimrod was Brash.

May his eyes glow of fine Wine – Halleluyah, to the concubines!

II

Hear ye Hear ye, who are dickless with no balls;

cut by their own words, like the priests of Ashera!

Thy Lord is coming, so square and in gall

are left his enemies wavering hearts wanting brawl.

Lift up your heads from the shadow of Death, Selah!

Who's voice is mingling amongst the women like Dinah;

raped by their own, amongst prophets, as was King Saul!!

III

Be Blessed, ye who Stumble and Fall, who's loin unfastened;

cloths cut in Jericho! For Messiah is coming, Thy Jesus Lives!

All Knights and Chariots He shall cast down, cobbled stones plaster

in their blood and pissed minds. Those, who draw offence from caster

to Master, just like in Egypt, His rod devours the serpents strive.

If you don't gather and reap with thy Lord, you scatter – get behind;

what is thy business with Peace, then God wants War, Hasten!

IV

Just like in the days of Jezebel, at the vineyard of Naboth;

then the Queen clapped cheeks to give her husband the rights.

Meneh Tekhel – thy Lord shall clap back, journey to Kabool;

see what Hiram was worth to Solomon, oh Jeshurun, Jeshurun...

Once again hired unworthy men, mock thy enemy Hamas, sigh:

“Why dost you not respect Women, give Independence!” Why?

All men, who spit, like Miriam was a woman, run in gloom...

V

Where is the woman in Usha, your wizards can't find them;

where are their rights, and who is winning their honours?

But your champions, like Ham watch and tell on the street, Damn!

Cursed be their black names, who clap the other cheek for Fam;

none of them shall eat the Supper – may darkness devour...

Why did you ruin the warcouncil of Yahveh? – Detour!

All Zukos be burnt faces, you spoke too soon, loose your Hand!!

VI

Those women who touch their neighbours groin, such are thou;

since you talk like a cunt, you shall be dealt likewise, behold.

For smiting Hamas other cheek, you have sullied God through;

Jesus had to give sorries to Allah; Muhammad and Quran, now

Israel must give three arrows to Samaria as well – Fold!

Why did you stop Whiteraven in cursing Gods enemies Bold?

Because you have set free, and made them look betters, scowl!

VII

Aye, because Hamas is betters in tradition and treating women;

Usha shall be cast down and the Sons of Eli shall die in blunder.

The Arc of the Covenant shall be taken from you, and Ichabod coven

over your maiden names. Your brides shall roam like witches scorn;

your sons like bastard wraiths. Go waste. Asunder –

The judgment of God is Just as šibboleth breaks staunch timbers;

he will break the fourth wall and make you fear what is not Bourne!

VIII

Halleluyah, the wolves are coming, for ravens are in the sky;

none else have gathered for thy Lords feast to be called Worthy.

Very well, bounce them in, replace the Pharisee with a Wolf, ply

the Zodokite with a Raven. All mocking eyes plucked at Jordan, fly!

“My Lord there is still room in your house, it is done!” Verily –

Go to the crossroads and pick up who is loitering and hazy;

who hasn't been drafted by anybody for their worth at final hour Y!