Comforter Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

A hero, rewarding treasures, who'll aid, at target is needed, halt a bad, ban this threat, measure at us, stop ill ability hating, curb evilness, torment, pressures: put an end to unfairness.

Years, being active a goal to protect pups, unfolds a sad wisdom, ears kids cry, rip tears, he is a monitor smiles at, soothes lives, hugs for all that stops; ends their worst fears: comfort.

A man who is randomly picked, helps his sufferers, better treats those in bed sick, utters hopeful thoughts, aims as an advocate, ears clear words that detail a real, not mutter facts: truth.

He will be used as a tool, a golden key, a glowing high light, set as, cut, clarity, said he of God, his heart, branded beliefs, on it, see this rarity: giving prosperity conquers a soul: a soldier that trusts in Him.

God is also needed, helps he supplies fresh seeds for plants, yields rain to farmland, gives growth, by faith feeds received, nourishes the soil sown crops, it's good; done deeds: to pop foods.

Words said, out of God's mouth, say as if, strike like arrows, rip at evil, stop it, shoot Him, defeat targets in the shadows, pick to hate hell, said Jesus; touch those bad hollows: evil palaces.

Man's training, achieved a ray to, is good, must be tripled in a way, strong in thought, with a view: God's brightness, to glow, delivering eternity a fall to stay, refreshes him fully; restoring a newly viewed beginning at birth.

Fingers which move fast, making aims, seeing them fade, blurring his decisions, settling all set divisions, swaps, views on his own abilities of, simply being, writing down newest revisions; it put: ends this itch.