Rise
Rise you creatures of Babel,
Take your fist and Yell.
“The enemy arises,
Arises Today.”
The soft battle cry calls
In the distance;
Far Away.
Antiquated
Desires
Leaders
of
the
Day.
Rise, for the meek
Inherits
the
Earth.
Rise
Rise you creatures of Babel,
Take your fist and Yell.
“The enemy arises,
Arises Today.”
The soft battle cry calls
In the distance;
Far Away.
Antiquated
Desires
Leaders
of
the
Day.
Rise, for the meek
Inherits
the
Earth.
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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Rise | 0 | 07/07/2010 |
The Web | 3 | 09/28/2009 |
Invited In | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
Hollow Sorrow | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
Daftly Cheap | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
Careful Little Eyes | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
Bitter Sweet | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
Numb Snow | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
The Phone Rings | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
The Phone Rings | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
Careful Little Eyes What You See | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
Hollow Sorry | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
The Web | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
Invited In | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
Daftly Cheap | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
BitterSweet | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
Rocked | 2 | 03/21/2009 |
News | 1 | 03/21/2009 |
A New Declaration | 2 | 03/21/2009 |
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