A box of fear


Stories of ecstasy

Spinning around the space,

My head revolving with a deep sight,

The powers had that ace,

They kept the world alight,

My mind is held high,

Like the book of the words,

With broken into fragments,

You can make it true,

The beauty eccentric to us,

Like the morning sun,

The kingdom woke up to discuss,

The collision of the one,

The godly power had that will,

To cause apocalypse still,

So you better stay away,

Till the world’s death day.

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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