Poetic-Verses
GOLD FROM HEAVEN’S POLISHED LAND
Turn now my armors on
I've vouched for Gold
Purest of gold,
Not blackened coal.
Brought by that strength and shock
Of heaven's drop
My every worth
I mean God's word.
My kind of best muses
To grind also
Some demon beings
Utter to dust.
From heaven sent –
Am I on earth
To spread pure gold
Where sons may walk.
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GOLD FROM HEAVEN`S POLISHED LAND
GOLD FROM HEAVEN`S POLISHED LAND