Jordan St. Stier Poems

I am the king of a kingdom sparse
Where the devil stoops and demons dance
And temperance sleeps in a drunken trance-
And I am the King, and I am the King
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With Joy you will draw water from the wells of salvation
-Isaiah 12.3
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Above all else, guard thy heart,
For from it comes the source of life.
Proverbs 4: 23
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We are the home of the brave and/or land of the free
Land of red canyons and land of blue sky
But America is becoming an ideology
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Way up north in these spiral hills
Where the wind whistled and shouted and screamed
When the pine tree bent and the oak tree thrashed
and the mournful call of the carrion crow
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