LODEBAR: Judaisky Cares


And he fell lame even
In the chase of his safety.
Table turned to his doom
And thence he lived the
Irony of his infant life.

Taken, to the clan of Lodebar
Was his destiny dangling on
The cloak beneath the choice
Of heavens into his morror.
The sun is cold with misty light.

A dead dog living aloft the sky
With no pipe of joy flowing in
The laggard stream of his heart.
But faith was not far, his meal
Where his praises come to be.

And David mildly daved
And painted the boulevard
Which he tread dawn dusk.
The marshland of poverty
Transposed for his favor.

The revelation of Lodebar
Became a Beula land upon
Where farmers from heavans
Did toil at the devil’s hour.
This is the end game of fatih.

Mephibosheth did eat from
The table of Kings and Queens.
So give this smoke traveling to
The meetings in Eslyum the
Tidings of your heart, now.

Be humble even in Lodebar
For your Salem and Cannan
Land are in the making.
It’s a matter of time so
Relax even in your adversities.
I stand at bay watching-
Learning the language of my ink-
Learning how to handle my pen.


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Author: Judaisky

Judaisky is a young writer who believes the world can only be saved PEACEFULLY through the tidings of the ink cos the pen is mightier than the sword. Do You want to know more about me, contact me 09039956005

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