By Bicpen
Flowing from a broken body, a soul
Tormented, blessed blood runs. Flowing from
A Saviour made of flesh, a sacrifice
Of divine covenant, blessed blood runs.
~.~
Blood runs thick and cold just like mine, before
Jesus wept. Blood boils when anger feeds it,
Before Jesus and I met. Blood stains deep,
Hard to remove, when Jesus died his death.
~.~
Blood is a symbol of life, what a God,
A man, a Saviour with his blessed blood.
Shed for a sinner bound for hell Christ came
To give me a name, blessed, blessed blood.
~.~
Blessed blood washes me clean, blessed blood
That sets us free; blessed blood which he shed
For me. Blessed blood redeems, liberty.
| Author Notes | Inspiration comes from a past life compared to a new life. |
By Bicpen
| Author Notes |
Happy Reading ...
To Heavenly Father and the great salvific work ... ... if you want a clearer picture try reading my first review then go to page 7 and read the small quips on donaldww review ... much appreciated! |
By Bicpen
Pride stirs her alive; she cries to masses,
she alone knew, pride filleth thy heart whore.
Hear my cry, ritual passing through her hands,
consuming minds, Bal toucheth thy soul whore.
~.~
"Such, is Babylon: Babylon the whore ... !"
~.~
Pride stirs her alive; she cries blasphemy,
her reins are loose, Hell is enlarged for you.
Hear my cry, opium's den scented balm,
toxic death's child, Baal toucheth thy soul whore.
~.~
"Woe, to Babylon: Babylon the whore ... !"
~.~
Pride stirs her alive; she cries redemption,
she's always easy, foul spirits your cage.
Hear my cry, Sinai damned or Sion saved,
dark abyss, Ballim toucheth thy soul whore.
~.~
"Such, is Babylon: Babylon the whore ... !"
~.~
"Woe, to Babylon: Babylon the whore ... !"
| Author Notes |
Metre: Pentametre
Stanza:Normative Rhyme: More about the use of repetition and development and progression of the repitition. |
By Bicpen
Enter the shop inconspicuous blot;
Assistant devil asked, "Pleasure or Pain?"
"Ooooo, pleasure please!" Little man's reply came;
Assistant devil gave vice and advised.
~.~
"Ooooo, pleasure it is!" Said the little man;
"Use it wisely, again and again!"
Intrigued he asked, "How much and what's the pain?"
Assistant devil glared, "I'll send the bill!"
~.~
"No, seriously!" Little man still inquired;
"I'll show you the pain: it all costs the same!"
Little man closed his eyes, the pleasure had
Flashed across his mind a banner bold read:
~.~
~.~
Little man woke with a start; devil asked,
"Pleasure or Pain?" Little man looked afraid.
Somehow the pleasure did not look the same;
Little man bowed before his grave and prayed.
| Author Notes | Inspiration came from a friends catch phrase, "Pleasure or Pain?" To which he always replied, "Ooooo, Pleasure pleeeeeease!" |
By Bicpen
I've seen him, I've seen him,
the affection of him, the attenion,
He keeps pursuading, He keeps on coming
giving his love, giving his blessing,
He's wept for me, He's bled for me
his compasion has overwelmed his heart
He's in love with me, He gave his life for me
in return I've bled Him, I've shamed Him
I've robbed Him, I've cursed Him
but I've seen Him. I've seen Him
where did u see Him they ask?
His reflection, I've seen Him, I've seen him
so pay attention I've seen His reflection
my family have paid attention and show His reflection
| Author Notes | ... this is perfect Freeverse with the intentional punctuation and grammar. |
By Bicpen
I SUBMIT
O maker of the air
put yourself first in this prayer
for your sakes take care
of your people who are rare
let the rest do the best to pass into your rest
yet for me from day to day
from moment to moment
even in moments in a moment
stand by me
attain and restrain so I'm not to blame
yet we are lame please keep us in your frame
let our sins be scattered like the morning mist
so we dont see your fist but let us be engraved beside your wrist
O maker of the air please read this prayer
let the commander of heaven's army
read this prayer.
By Bicpen
Me...
Dowt it goes about,
It clings in ur mind never giving u time to dowt the dowt.
Worry, it's always in a hurry,
Mixed with dowt: lethal cocktail is dowt and worry.
"Jesus am I ures?"
This is my dowt and worry,
But faith o faith u keep me safe.
When I rely on u I can see, but what do i see.
An unknown kingdom, a place of rest,
"Who am I to put Jesus to the test?"
His pain, his suffering; for my selfish desires.
This unknown kingdom that u spoke off in ur word,
A place of love, a place off no tears: a place without fears,
Safe from evil and all sin.
"This kingdom, it's Jesus who's king!"
I seek him, I seek him; but does my dowt and worry
Keep me from meeting him.
Or have I already, and ive just been about and in a hurry; with my dowt and worry.
"He has the keys, but am I on my knees?"
| Author Notes | ... PLEASE UNDERSTAND THE GRAMMAR AND PUNCTUATION IS INTENTIONAL IN THIS PIECE FOR DRAMATIC AND ARTISTIC IMPRESSION ... THIS IS ALSO FREEVERSE ! |
By Bicpen
A servant, centuries devout,
pronounces a world peace,
while unholy hill's vices shout;
pay the widow's son's lease.
~.~
Vatican walls will stoke Hell's fire;
porn and drug investments
allows the Pope's priests to retire,
and pederasty sends sentiments.
~.~
Purity has an obscene kiss;
instruction demands stripes,
Reformers blood drenches a list,
while robes dance in the night.
~.~
Allegiance of mass kiss the ring,
while pilgrims become saints;
festering doctrines poison sings,
Christ's blood, forgiveness taint.
~.~
Time is chasing the Dragon's cost,
rewritten history
where Rome overcomes, never lost,
murderous mystery.
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Fraternal Father's religion,
founded on pride and kind,
celebrated with precision;
a five pointed star's sign.
~.~
Disguised as male and female;
set square and compass love,
fertility will be revealed
by "G"s Masonic stuff.
~.~
Three degrees is common as muck,
try gaining forty five,
fifty five to go; trusting luck
the Luciferians thrive.
~.~
What's the mystery with the "G",
ask the Lodge Grand Master,
a self-respecting thirty three;
he'll say, "its a Bastard!"
~.~
What say's the sixty six degree,
ah! "G": Generative,
we're a fertility cult see;
I'm sure certain it is.
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I need a traveling man's creed
to open perception,
for then the light will shed its seed;
soul contract's detention.
~.~
An oath's peculiar binding deed
where sword and noose protrude,
Apprentice answer, or death leads,
when Master Mason proves.
~.~
Secret handshake's adorning lines,
old school witchcraft's cords bind;
Baphomite's oath taken will sign
Bestiality's rhyme.
~.~
A god, Horres, will fill the earth
with a blasphemy blind,
where Satan and demons bring dearth;
taking mantle divine.
~.~
Beware my friend; do not slip loose,
or tongue be washed by tide;
throat severed east to west; a deuce
reveals a traitor's side.
| Author Notes |
The horned God of Horres is also known as the Baphomet.
There are up to 100 Degrees of freemasonry. Bestiality is the secret ceremony known as the Obscene Kiss. |
By Bicpen
Only private invitation
in bodily presence;
Illuminati's creation,
a candidate's ascension.
~.~
Black balls we never entertain,
and a back turned chases,
as initiates were trained,
The Brotherhood disgraces.
~.~
Oath of blood, drink from a man's skull;
on me his sin of hell,
Membership becomes void and null
if I secrecy tell.
~.~
Whilst holding the branch to the nose
Masonic right invoked;
chequered squares God's providence sows,
Tyler's sword nipples poke.
~.~
Words of warning to all betrayed,
in the house of the Goat
soul is meat and raiment arrayed;
this is not what Christ wrote.
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