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CONTEST...!!!! CONTEST !!!! POETIC CONTEST !!!!!
Ai steemians welcome to my blog its " Poetic Thursday". Ion know if it can get better than this .
Its the INCEPTION of "POETIC JUSTICE" but can get steady if we" feed berries to the bees and tinctures to the sick.."
RULES
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REWARDS
Since its the inception you should be getting 1-1.5 HEALTHY SBD.
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Below is the poem "UNTITLED"
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UNTITLED
Indeed man soweth , the reaper taketh
A system incapable of breach , leading beyond mystery
Fading slowly , man clings to history.
Today basks in glory, tomorrow taken in gory.
Until death , remained psychical fetus
Rebuilt sole meeting temple , leaving flesh and fossils.
Man rises again, born within the dust ,
Rising in the dusk.
Possessed by sorrow , enslaved in hate
Liberated through death.
In death belonging to factions, darkness and light.
Brothers held apart by celestial spectrum , man against another
Blood and rivals unify demanding judgment for mother.
While the Father watches from the alter.
Reversal seems impossible, futility overwhelming for a fowler
Surely the heavens demand justice for the oppressed.
Nothing is celebrated beyond the chasm
Nothing goes unpunished in the Hades
Wailing from the damned blends into inversed poetic resonance.
Generations entangled in a genesis of hatred and arrogance.
Paying the ultimate , forfeiting the fruit of soul.
Now the unknown is known , mastermind of deeds is never owned.
The stories of redemption overemphasized , man was doomed before he was circumcised.
Among the faithful, unending exaltation appraising the sacrificed.
Mortals enslaved to merry and tambourines.
The glorified is master , subjects adorning robes of deliverance worthy to feast.
In anguish the blamed thrives , trading torture to quench unending thirst buried deep down the beast.
This time man is bare , skin and bones,
To be purified without robes.
....kazer 2018 (am in the wind)
Tm-Narcissus... Tm-beast... Tm-god.
"Its like a reward for passion, key in and may the odds be in your favour"
