Triple feature: "THE SHINING", "THE MAVEN", and "DON'T GO AGAINST THE GRAIN"

[War and Peace]

THE SHINING

my pen creates phrases of praise that will never fade
I decorate pages like the ancient blades that patiently abraded Chinese jade
I'll take a clay spade and shape the frame of Satan's grave
for the Savior exclaimed that they who betray His sacred name forsake a great crusade
the war I fight inside is soulful and holy
I write to show hope and enlighten, though cold is the plight of the poor and lowly
I was blind before, but now my chorus of glorious noise soars boldly
with restored sight I recite poems of the victorious joy that pours from the Lord solely
He can erase sadness and fill lives with gladness
He gives me strength as my eyes span the length of this world of madness
some nights the stars hide in dark skies like Light in the lies of apartheid
but the Messiah's life was archived on the far side of time then reprised as my heart's guide



THE MAVEN

arrows depart the archer's bow like martyred crows
the dark-hearted marcher artfully parsed his parchment to mark his foes
a chosen poet that prefers flowed verses as opposed to prose
slowly embarks on global searches whose start and purpose no one knows
he preys on evil pagans who wage aimless wars and blaspheme
praises of a blameless sage neatly conveyed on sacred pages more than passim
the rhyme jeweler, each line clean so even narrow-dome fools see the gleam
keeps appeasement cream then flees like agreements between Pharaoh the ruler and Ibrahim
a language maven, he evades vague statements and strays from faces graven
prays in patient cadence while plagues of raging ravens raid then raze their safe havens
he'll place dismay and anguish on enemies like David's slayed assailants
and stay in the Way of the Savior to prevail against deadly agents of Satan's surveillance



DON'T GO AGAINST THE GRAIN

I harvest raps then carve the caps of cats that go against the grain like a thresher
craft mathematically exact abstract graphs that slash dimensional planes like M.C. Escher
a wealth of clever legerdemain invades brains and maintains insane pressure
self-ordained to reign forever so there ain't no lane for no lame to be proclaimed successor
see, son rose on the third day and on the seventh I rested
a poet whose prose and wordplay is Heaven-sent and will never be bested
my skills still haven't crested yet my benevolence is ever requested
with His blessed presence I'm well invested hence my development will never be arrested

[GZAjector]

sick

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

nice work WaP

[Mantra]

[QUOTE=War and Peace;2060574]THE SHINING

my pen creates phrases of praise that will never fade
I decorate pages like the ancient blades that patiently abraded Chinese jade
I'll take a clay spade and shape the frame of Satan's grave
for the Savior exclaimed that they who betray His sacred name forsake a great crusade
the war I fight inside is soulful and holy
I write to show hope and enlighten, though cold is the plight of the poor and lowly




THE MAVEN

arrows depart the archer's bow like martyred crows
the dark-hearted marcher artfully parsed his parchment to mark his foes
a chosen poet that prefers flowed verses as opposed to prose
slowly embarks on global searches whose start and purpose no one knows
he preys on evil pagans who wage aimless wars and blaspheme
praises of a blameless sage neatly conveyed on sacred pages more than passim



you killling em son your killing em!