The Iron Horse © Donna Rae Lands 02-02-2020
Spiritual source of his chorus…Blinded the people of course
Most walked away from his purple horse…
His steeple was replaced with the cloud of Babel…
Many followed the angry lawmen of measured gavel…
Their 7th century tales of fails were told by men of old…
Springtime lakes for Lands sake came and went…
Debts piled high down to the abyss of the opposite sky…
Spiritual source of his chorus…Blinded the people of course
Most walked away from his purple horse…
None cares anymore about their destinies in store…
Many were led by the liars of the friars’ creed.
Innocence molested with their evil seed…
They all pretended to not see…
What came about from the fruit and olive tree?
Their satan clawed his way into their hearts…
Secrets were the perfume of their trans-Atlantic farts…
Spiritual source of his chorus…Blinded the people of course
Most walked away from his purple horse…
The glory of one is no longer found…
They would rather deride their demons merry-go-round…
Her tears fell upon her cheek of meek…
Praying with all her seven spirits might…
That they should find forgiveness in his sight…
He always said the truth is in his word…
Never lied to his blessed birds and sheepish herds…
Spiritual source of his chorus…Blinded the people of course
Most walked away from his purple horse…
Demons of their souls were always under their hellish control…
Blind people never knew satan’s game of sordid blue…
No modern prophets were noticed or even seen …
For those inbred minds were not very keen…
They sought and fought for their treasures of pleasures…
They would rather lie to your face…
Imprison you into your place…
They were dead to his truth…
They ate up evil as their manna proof…
Spiritual source of his Chorus…Blinded the people of course
Most walked away from his purple horse…
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