The brute force of the Word.A Poem by PhoenixThe brute force of the Word.The brute force of the Word.
The brute Force of the WORD Tells the wind mill to spin it drags the wind's next of kin buries its authority, and makes it a disciple
Brute without physicality yet slams the most concentrated muscles on its feet Pierces the skin more efficiently than a sharp pin The hearts of men surrender as if an armed cop beckons
The dogs of humanity become saints from heavens while the birds of eternity rise beyond the eagles, and beneath hell they shine with the authority of the WORD they carry grief and pain; joy, peace and solace they spread by only a glance
The Brute Force of the WORD Energy, which the sun only depicts, is only a glimpse controls the very core of existence Gives freedom without utterance or battle The force that relieves the shackle, and only CAN © 2013 PhoenixReviews
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