(TPAC) Alexander Coppedge Poems

Brothers before an earth creation origin forming it, start of homes of souls thought to sin, begin the tale proclaiming it others living under dark a to life.

Opinions of higher light water state a suggestion, say by a vanity delusion greatest sight, reflecting whole life it this blessing of the up folks it's alright.
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Sun up its flare saw drop, fall it sinking finals rest, scream sounding loudly bursts hidden in hollows call shouted, came dark proclaims its news to all.

Statement it a cry to life warns the voice it issues, creeping it a dreary fear fright it coming it is near, surviving a dark danger to try it effort of animals.
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Poetry, strikes arrows at desires within, declares out a word, say stand, is to me a voice heard, that land, statement free emotions, sighted in line written; by wand: and bow.

Love it to calm, high wind breeze, activate this need, by set intentions, aimed at a target, slow pulling a red string, stretched, pull back, direction goes up that flow, low; release: its hum.
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A person is captured alive, sighted in this clear picture; always viewed in slides it is them with another figure: totally combined as sure twins, there is one all physical, reflecting as a real seen other.

Two sides of one person apart, that do confront, in cuts viewed in clips, mocking their own image solely: illustrating times of rage providing an illusion of mirage.
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A sun drops beams, it's by downed rays, sways, touches aim, the ground, at dark, destroy displays; set its visuals; pathways.

A light, a dawn's hark, it to us, a morning, put its bark, attack cave's night, peels dark off wall, melt hot away; dew in a park.
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You, indeed, are a needed friend, submitting good wisdom to me, trusting in the Lord, promoting love inside an evil heart; a helpful companion wanted, telling me to make visions about the night's shadows, seeking a beam as my guiding light.

A king who was appointed and placed on a high throne to help claim souls, allowing his death to be, aids others to vanquish evils, save them loved: nailed one innocent, them to a cross, folks.
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Life treasure tasks hated such as failing to recall a feature, retain the funds the replacement to uplift cash, to have no job but pleasure safely in a bank.

My duty is to target it is minor, at draining steals this item cutting, reveals faults it stops to pits and boasts a max: ends fear to retire seals final facts.
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"Watch me", flow over it a flower, beyond blow fly in wind spec, high upper gust swirling, befriending a spider below: talks a fly.

"We-e", spin body black frame, turns its spinning, flaps of wings high in the air, rapidly beat at the same time; twins: joyfully game.
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Call me then, when Heaven's army upon the low chaos that's beneath, approaches; gates reopen, aiming to attack, set ready: assure pick tactics a total victory.

Awake me, from a deep time nap,
I've taken, releasing it out inner Hulk, that's inside, providing it help for its finish: ending all those spoken lies.
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A need of acts, about an event lived, reacts did facts; ends doubt confirms evidence, suggest efforts: come leg short that reality, knowing the truth.

Actualities, endure by live event, liken a broken puzzle, in pieces scattered, grasp factors, pertains about them, partial; achieve little, won't fully answer occurrence, then that was accountable: as its reality.
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