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March 3, 2022

A UNITED WORLD UNDER GOD

By EPRobles

An indulgence is granted, on those dark days
when the moon is low, those long nights when a
human heart is starved of light:
and pleases guests with a Wine-Swilling charm;
your thimbleful will mellow your tongue and distill bliss.

But when the Silver Ox-herd, his bell by his side,
Doth wail, and give himself’ drink for drink,
to drown his hunger With such thrills of bliss
as deafen him to rest, then set a jewel in the skin of a
silver deer.

Fairy Traits
Luxuriant Beauty
Exquisite Scent
Twinkling eyes

Falling from perfect blue skies.

Glowing in the Moon’s Beam
Dancing on diamonds,
Immortal in the eyes of Fairy
How we showed a way for the
better young b’cause you were
born for all the world to see
we can Live in Life and Peace.

No more wars
No more presidents
A united World of Love

And when the the children cry
we know we failed
And when the chidren cry
in Joy we Know we tried.

For all the world.;;

:: 03.02.2022 ::

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March 3, 2022

BLACKBIRD HAS SPOKEN

By EPRobles

Sweet \ Rains new fall, sunlit from Heaven like the first dewfall on the first grass.

Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden sprung in completeness where His feet pass.

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning.
Plant me in His hand and get rid of my feelings, curse me with my faults and put me
into your lap, Get rid of my blemishes and make me beautiful.

Praise me with psalms and hymns and songs of praise. Praise for the woman with her hands
blessed AND hear my cry, you are my guide, lord of my life.

The Lord has opened to me a door of mercy and gave me the grace of Your hand and light
shone around me with rays of great love.

Like the first dewfall on the first grass
Praise for the sweet pleasures of the morning
Foam in my eyes, and trembling in my knees,
Like the first dewfall on the first grass

Praise for the sweet pleasures of the morning
Flower-strewn at dawn, I am lifted in thine arms

But my soul I leave at the tomb of Thy death
Praise me with songs, I live to praise, praise with psalms and hymns and songs of praise.

Praise for the woman with her hands blessed
Hear my cry, you are my guide, lord of my life

The Lord has opened to me a door of mercy.

:: 03.02.2022 ::

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