Tag Archives: Lies

Faith Where Satan Lives

Faith Where Satan Livesby Michael DoyleThere are times of great expectationBut none so much as in RevelationEschatology teaches us, and we learnAll the things that we need to discernKnowing what is spoken is realHas the possibility of making our spine … Continue reading

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Nine Lives

Nine Livesby Michael DoyleIt wasn’t exactly love at first biteBut it took an encouraging inviteShe wanted a man who loved her brainAt long last, the search wasn’t in vainIt was a love affair made for a fewIt was time to … Continue reading

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Doomscrolling the Past Time Lore

Doomscrolling the Past Time Loreby Michael DoyleIt’s a twisted blade to the knife That makes a struggle for our lifeInto a battle to hold off deathUntil the very last draw of breathSo much deception when truth becomes liesWhile we look … Continue reading

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The Framing of Frida

The Framing of Fridaby Michael DoyleStains of colors come aliveThese help one to liveWe are happy as we arriveFinding life giving what it has to giveWe run as fast as the breezeThat whisper lessons under backyard treesSome are laughing at … Continue reading

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Left Behind

Left Behindby Michael DoyleThere is a coziness to all our liesWhispers the darkness in this monster’s eyesThere is peace in settling the scoreVengeance knows the warmth of its pourLike a blended whiskey that burns down slowSo is our lack of … Continue reading

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Innocence Born

Innocence Bornby Michael DoyleA child is born into this world innocentDespite the ways that can make a life diffidentThere is no wrong this child has doneYet, hatred ends its love before it’s begunHowever the killers guilt is framedThere is no … Continue reading

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The Lies of the Big Switch

The Lies of the Big Switchby Michael DoyleThe urge for a new game was heededAfter the loss of 1865, it was neededThe KKK was founded by Democrats in misappropriationBy Nathan Bedford Forrest and defies explanationThe party of White Supremacy sought … Continue reading

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Another Verb Spoke

Another Verb Spokeby Michael DoyleHeaven help us for promises madeWhen we are feeling ignorant and afraidThough it is that we respect God’s mightWe must not fear that God will smiteThe things we do in ignorance and confusionKnowing His rest carries … Continue reading

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The Devils We Wish We Didn’t Know

The Devils We Wish We Didn’t Knowby Michael DoyleThe NCAAWas, and is, the DevilWe knew enough to knowA scam for payNever on the levelIt was for extra coinsNot for any college bowlGraveyard memoriesDedicated to familiesThat gave their allIn the name … Continue reading

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