Pushing fear to the pit as the scent of death fills the air. Still moving only forward with just rifle and prayer.
The Kingdom acknowleges heads bowed in silence Gods peace now theirs, no war, no violence.
Rifle and prayer
When the Soul Cried Out for Meaning
Pushing fear to the pit as the scent of death fills the air. Still moving only forward with just rifle and prayer.
The Kingdom acknowleges heads bowed in silence Gods peace now theirs, no war, no violence.
I am my poetry, my poetry is me. I pray what I believe. I believe what I pray. View more posts
Smith Shine Poetry
Shine, Smith, Shine. Well written!
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Thank you.. we went camping in north wales UK and no campfires were permitted. Can you believe such a thing?
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How depressing. There are bans in Colorado off and on due to the forest fires. I can believe it. Now, if you ever visit Colorado, I will make a spectacular one for you!š¤ š„
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maybe one day you just never know. That would be pretty spectacular š„
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Thank you my friend and well done, have a great week end.
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Well matched image and word, says this old Army helicopter jockey.
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