THE BLEEDING PEN ANTHOLOGY 21
¤¤CRYSTAL PALACE ¤¤
On the verge of slumber it got sketched.
On the crest of mount Zion i watch
the pulchritude of heaven. OUCH!
A place worth being, not to watch.
The visible part of you is fabulous
I can’t imagine how glorious
according to what I was told
every single ground of you is made in gold
A garden glut with sweet almonds
Its walls, sparkling diamond
The floor made of gold
Beneath it, honey and milk flow
Very perspicuous and beauteous like crystal palace.
Unlike Italy, Paris, Greece and France.
The grace spell carte Blanche and solace
with myriad staggering mysteries of differs size.
No sorrow in there
No pain, in there
hosanna, hallelujah to the king of the palace
The owner of the palace is great in his Majesty
For the paradise glow
With little spot you won’t go
walk through straight part
I pray grace to be part
A mansion hope to be in
Singing with cherubim glowing
Everyday joy keeps mingling
In this joyful palace of crystal
Oh very soon it will be,
When I will stop being an human being,
but sing together with the Holy ones
In one accord praising the Holy God.
its our daily prayer
especially when hair grows greyer
marking close stage
moving close to the end of age.
Oh I must give it all it take,
Even if it take denying this worldly cake,
ready to spend this world in pains,
And make that place my only gain.
A palace of zero racism
No bad news of robbery and vandalism
Everyone would grow in equal age
What a life without father’s rage
In a short-while I suffered.
On the long run I’ll enjoy,
Jaspa and diamond stones will be my chair
when I get to where I belong. _CRYSTAL PALACE_
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