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Jerusalem, oh Jerusalem
Thy walls shall hold thee strong
thou sweat with the blood
Of saint and foe
Thy tears are the cries
of the innocent cold
Thy years are long
Like an ancient song
Unending melodies
Thy heart has strung
I hear your voice
In the sweet still dawn
A call to worship
Moon, star and sun
Hark
The herald of thy streets soft speak
Remember me Jerusalem
When thy blossom peaks
Bless my soul
Thy joy I seek
Jerusalem, oh Jerusalem
Do not weep
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Samuel
I'm 26 years old.
And this is my creed.
My voice is a tool in destiny's toolbox.
My words are the ammo of providence's slingshot.
My thoughts are the paths in fate's journey,
My intentions projections of success divine.
I write because I choose to speak
of the things the cause the world to spin.
I write because I can
and i believe my words will someday make an impact.
I'm not an agent of change as some many conclude or think.
I'm just the wind that blows and spreads the forest fire.
Join me and together we can walk to destiny's dream.
Love to all
I'm not a poet
I'm just me
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