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Man Unbowed [A poem]
   
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The journey to having my first novel for children published has been riddled with road blocks and shonky bridges. The good news? At every rickety stage I've picked up tips (and anti-tips) which I'm happy to share with .....
Man UnbowedThe journey to having my first novel for children published has been riddled with road blocks and shonky bridges. The good news? At every rickety stage I've picked up tips (and anti-tips) which I'm happy to share with .....
Unbowed by sin, the world of man, stands
Upon his feet he gapes into the sky,
The indifference of centuries within his eyes,
And in his heart the curse of the old world.
Who made him dead to love and God?
A thing that breathes only for wants and needs,
With a lack of emotion, a brother to the fox?
Who tightened and pushed up his jagged brow?
(To make him look so grand, so proudso tall.)
Who was it that produced his naked pulse?
Who sucked out his soul from its frame?
Is this the handy work Satan made and gave?
To have command over man as slave;
To have him chase stars that never reach heaven;
To have him cursed for time without end?
Is this the revenge he dreamed for God and man?
The one thrown out of heaven, into darkness:
Down to earths ground and Hades, Hell?
There is no morbid thing worse than he
More greedy with condemning man to Hells eternity
More blind-hate with leaches and spells for mans fate
More filled with demonic revenge for him.
What divides, is flanked by man and Satan!
Slaved to his passions, like a hawk to his prey
Are Jesus and the swing of Merlin, the same?
Who can save the soul from the dip of Hell?
The crack of death, the blackening of the tulips?
Through this peephole, the weary soul has looked;
Times misfortune is the rule of thumb;
Through this maze humanity has faded,
Raped, blasphemed and bequeath his birthright,
Tears and protests to the judges of heaven,
A protest that cannot be given much credence.
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O Adversary, lord of the air, ruler of earth,When stressed or blocked, it is wise to make a change so that
we don't stay in that place. Yet, many times we forget some
of the simple things that we can do for ourselves, quickly
and easily to .....
Is this your handiwork in place of Gods?
This atrocious world, deleted with Gods fragrance?
How will they ever come back to faith?
To live beyond the gates of heaven;
Give back to man his mortal upright light;
Construct in him, the lost hymn of life hereafter;
Leave out your shameful ancient evils
Tedious woes, and hurtful sorrows,
O Adversary, lord of the air, ruler of earth,
How will Gods wrath reckon with you later?
How will you protest in that doomful hour?
When the last trumpet blows, and shakes the world
How will it be for your henchmen in Hell?
For you have shaped the human-race, the way it is
When this day comes, and man and devil tremble
In the sight of Almighty God, after the silence
Then, the terror of the world: what will you say?
#481 [2/11/2005]
Mr. Siluk was the winner of the magazine competition by The Eldritch Dark [.com], [a tribute to Clark A. Smith] for most favored writer[contributor] for 2004 [with readership of some 2.2-million]. And received a letter of gratitude from President Bush for his many articles he published in the internet magazine, useless-knowledge.com, during his campaign for president, 2004 [1.2-million readership]. His website: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com