Furious rage pushed soul out seeking solace elsewhere
Lost, looking through past for weapons to bring self back
Blackout memories become illuminated with prayer
As faith rises, ancestors are released for support
Found the soul wandering in a pool of doubt
God demanded reentry, the ecclesiastical court
Eased is the fury that tortured the soul
Put out by pure belief in a destined path
Wondrous is God’s power of decontrol
2017 E. R.Smith
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The Ridges of Intertextuallity
by Lize Bard
Painter of freedom and peace
A welcoming space for resistance to the forces of oppression and hegemony.
Official Blog of the NYC Department of Education
The value of greed is priceless
An Archive of Curious Facts for the Curious
Because we all are...
Whatever I feel like
Blogger's world galore
This WordPress.com site is the bee's knees
Food. Lifestyle. Ramblings
YA Fantasy Novelist, Poet, & Visual Word Artist
The Ridges of Intertextuallity
by Lize Bard
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Tales from the mouth of a wolf
Show the world what you possess
I have people to kill, lives to ruin, plagues to bring, and worlds to destroy. I am not the Angel of Death. I'm a fiction writer.
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