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Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write that gives me Robert Johnson vibes my friend. He is involved in everything especially politics and Hollywood. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
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thank you dearest Damian in my thoughts I always think I was at the rebellion and I had a choice then to leave with Lucifer of be born human to be tested and die…in my mind he comes around sometimes to mock my mortality…I always answer him the same that Hollywood and Politics are his favorite places to be…for the most part these distract him but there are times he acutally struggles with thoughts I appreciate your thoughts it does remind me of a meeting at the crossroads ❤️
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It’s the journey and the mystique of your vibes that always
keep this reader enthralledMuch respect
Naaj
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I don’t even know where to start with this one. There’s so much depth to it, and quiet emotion that unwinds in a shout. Incredible, Brenda 🧡
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hello beautiful Willow thank you for feeling the emotion here it is indeed deep….this goes back to before the angel rebellion we all there some of us chose to born human to be tested God didn’t ever want another conflict…Lucifer feels a lot of guilt but he travels with an entourage and distracts himself in politics and Hollywood…on my end is torment knowing deep down he regrets what he did…I deeply appreciate your thoughts ❤️
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Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month
Hell
Deep down in the fiery pits of hell,
war has started, if you couldn’t tell.
The burning souls are screaming,
the demons’ eyes are gleaming,
they kneel down before the devil’s throne.He’s the one of power, giving the commands,
for each he has the devious of plans.
The red-hot flames are prancing,
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SPRING
Only weather, never the same,
no shape, no edge, no final form.A current moving through the ground,
low and humming, without sound.The earth remembers how to lean,
from winter’s weight into green.Not arrival, only return.
The soil forgets its frozen past,
slowly breaking, vast.Rain remembers how to fall,
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Crimsin I love how you interwoven this with politics. “Should I die also so that you may live” that is deep