Snow
Dear Jesus Snow needs your help too
we pray that she'd get help soon
I also pray freedom in her life soon
for you want that for her too and no strife
Jesus i pray that her healed her
over her her head too the souls of her feet too
I pray that her voice reaches many
i pray that her soul reaches many
Dear Snow you have a beautiful voice
and to sing is your choice
Dear Jesus your will and keep her safe
I pray that the Holy Ghost will keep her safe!
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14/9/2026
Love Michelle Carter and Daneil Deyong
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Rejecting Grace Warning
See that you refuse not who speaks,
Reject from who speaks from Heaven;
Warned to escape from Him that seeks,
No inheritance be given.
Because of His voice shook the earth,
Now He has given a promise;
The world will be given new birth,
And down from Heaven His justice.
It calls for removal of things,
That have been shaken and are made;
Unshaken things remain that brings,
Grace unto all that have obeyed.
Let us be glad for receiving,
And serving God in godly fear;
With a faith that is believing,
Able to worship and revere.
Be grateful having His Kingdom,
Serving with reverence and awe;
Which has given us asylum,
From the intense fire to fall.
Copyright © 2026 Richard Newton Sherrer
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When The Fat Lady Sings
Just remember folks
You first heard about it here
It´s a Pete Hegseth Production
To round off a special year.
It´s the Execution Special,
Death by firing squad,
After a too too long gap
The first public one we´ve had.
There´s seats for the witnesses
Who legally have to be there
And reservations for the VIPs
And the odd wealthy voyeur.
But, for the first time ever
It will be streamed for all to see
And for those with the internet
There´ll not be any viewing fee.
Are Tenders being considered from
Entertainment special providers
To try and ensure that
Audience reached is the widest.
All to be presented of course
In the best possible taste
With discreet commercial breaks
To ensure not a second of waste.
In the land of free and brave
A good profit is the thing
So we´ll ensure it isn´t over until
The apocryphal Fat Lady sings.
Will the brass bands be playing
Will Old Glory be flying
Will the world´s Press Assemble
For this celebration of dying.
Will they fire off a volley
On the ranches and farms,
In a real celebration of
Their Right To Bear Arms.
It´s the Pete Hegseth Special
To round off a special year.
And, just remember folks
You first heard about it here.
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LET THE LOVE BE LOVE
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THERE Is Nothing, ANY--GREATER, IN Our LIFE & LIVING
THERE IS Nothing, ANY, Greater,
IN OUR LIFE and LIVING,
ON This PLANET
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No Happily Ever After...
You gave me a chance
While others looked at me
In askance
Preferring to dance
The night away
With who more appetizing
To the eye
In the belly of the beast
Waking up to an empty bed
And blood trickling
Down his face.
Not a disgrace
To be in one's presence
Nor having to cover up
For fear of embarrassment
I was the place
Where no one dared roam
Without a rosary
To protect while
Serving up
Such a tale
So exaggerated
To the sheep
It had to be true.
History may show
That you bolted
Before the seed
Had a chance to grow
But second thoughts
Can accelerate the grave
I wasnt someone
To be saved
Nor a punk
Given carte Blanche
To behave badly.
I wasnt the darkness
That swallowed whole
Everyone that came before
Nor were you the light
That would make
The roaches scatter
Our fates disparate
Never seeking
A common ground
I descended the ladder
And made myself scarce
You stood proudly
On the pedestal
Waiting for the Prince
To whisk you away
To a happily ever after.
For there once
Was a joke
That brought uproarious laughter
Until it bared
No repeating
When it became a sad reminder
That love isnt
Promised
And often
Given too freely
Cause no one
Even the proudest loner
Wants to spend
Their last days alone.
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Poison Petal
Meaning of life
I don't possess
Its the same song
With a missing refrain
Creatively dry
A pox on humanity
Unpolished
Compared to their urbanity
Displayed so flawlessly.
A crucible crucial
That cant be taken
With reasonable accommodations
For anxiety
Is an excuse
That cant be defended
No matter how much
You pay off the judges
Cause your grudge
Against certain members
Of society is
An alibi full of bullet holes.
Stealing time
So precious
As the years
Whisk by
Asking yourself
Beneath the blue sky
You insist is green
What have I really
Accomplished
Beside a ballyhoo
Of complaining?
Why it took
This long to come
To the realization
Is an answer
To have at the ready
When you meet
The maker of your choosing.
A subconscious sabotage
Rife with despair
Caused by jealousy
And a refusal to wear
A hat that symbolized
Guts and courage
For envy
Has sucked whatever
Desire was left
From that hollow vessel
That's barely floating
With help from above.
You've been planning
Your death
Instead of living life
And the desolateness
So ingrained
That anything less
Than a miracle
Is failure.
Words are stale
Mind jumbled
The heart waiting
On a decision
Of do not resuscitate
Armed to the teeth
With the notion
That faking it
Until you make it
Is beyond the reach
Of a man with a conscience
And a fatal flaw
For self indulgence
Without the chemicals
To pass the blame.
If you only knew
When the grim reaper
Would be calling
Than perhaps
A fire lit
Under your malaise
Would keep you
From intellectually stalling
And get you moving.
But you prefer
To revel in distractions
Whatever ism
Or ology
In vogue
Or needs to be removed
From storage
Gets you no closer
To the truth
That you accomplished
Very little
On this coil.
Never to be remembered
Despite the fertile soil
Bestowed upon you.
But everytime
The flower began to bloom
You introduced
Poison to the petals
And watched
It decay
And die
With paucity
Of emotion.
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Den Of Iniquity
She's at one with the sea
Opportunity too good
To discard
As mere frivolity
A haunting that
Keeps speaking to me.
I'll miss her
But a true friend
Doesn't have
To prove loyalty
At any turn
More like a contemporary
Afraid to be real
Cause loneliness
Is a spiel that only
Some have the skill
To portray
A master class
In method acting.
Though I've subtracted
A deficit
Like an accountant
Tackling a ledger
Gratified
I'm no longer
In the red but
Whether I can keep
My head above the fray
Is the test of sanity
I gave until I couldn't
Take it anymore
Minus a severance check
Nor a prop
To cement a graceless exit
On the cusp of revenge.
Did I make any impact
That's worth remembering?
The answer hinging on
What the future tells
But no one will be listening
To either response
Inconveniently incommunido
Not meeting the qualifications
For search and rescue
Just terminally average
One day ill use
That to my advantage.
Sorry I keep saying
Repeatedly like
A hail Mary
To a frozen face
Floating in the water
We could have ridden
That crest of a wave
To paradise
But blood got in the way
On my quest
For sacred connection
And of all available
Concubines in the land
Why he had to steal my thunder
Is a psychological puzzle
Freud is incapable
Of comprehending
Until the levee
Eventually breaks.
There's no relief
Just more pressure
To stay several steps
Of the law
And this is where my DNA
Becomes my enemy
I could join you
Forcing you
Into my embrace
Gazing into your eyes
Until I lose consciousness
No one the wiser.
For the public
Will believe he
Killed our dream
Riddled with guilt
Committing
The deadliest sin
A fitting end
To this den
Of inquity for
There's not a betting man
Alive willing
To go against the spread
Of one of us
Getting into heaven.
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