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Years of Experience
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By Michael P. Johnson
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� � � �Years of Experience

Incessant still hell�s demons prowl

Planting their master�s seed

Whereby man�s heart grows stinking foul

When on such fare they feed

With deadly wares disguised as light

In luscious fruit so sweet

Presenting those with limited sight

Persuading them to eat

Thousands of years on earth they�ve strolled

Maturing each in skill

Learning the weakness of the fold

Seeking God�s flock to kill

Accomplished countless on the loose

Experience, hides in wait

Hunting for whom they may seduce

To share in hell their fate

So thieves grow rich and harlots thrive

As swindlers prosper well

Scum of the earth more than survive

Without a thought of hell

Others believe they�re safe and sound

Concealed veiled free of harm

Only to fail on higher ground

Succumbed to Satan�s charm

To rich man, poor man, wise man, fool

Despondent and content

To urchin waif to those who rule

The devil�s brood is sent

Yet righteous eyes are open wide

God�s hand always near

Protecting Heaven�s chosen bride

Who Christ as Lord revere�


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Submitted: Saturday, February 9, 2013

Last Updated: Sunday, July 29, 2018

About the Poet
I never wrote a word of poetry in my life. Till the day Jesus took my hand and touched my soul.....I invite your response. However most poems are not about me! Very few are. But the feed-back good, bad or indifferent is always desired. Not meant to offend, but I write about many things in many a guise. Of life, death, lost, found, saved, backsliders, new comers, repenting souls, doubting hearts, heathens, Christians, fire, water, Satan's daughter, wallowing in sin, saved, made sound walking in Light, graceful righteous. Suffering, ecstatic, bored, excited, sad, delighted, Sick, well, lame, able, living, dying, etc. etc. etc. Writing about anything, everything and everyone as the spirit leads. All meant to reveal, waken, revive, encourage, shame, help. Gladden, pick up, exalt, portrait, liberate. Again over 99% of my work is not about me. Although at times I write as though I were or am. Speaking e.g. in the first person. This is quite common even in the bible itself. Prophets speak of themselves, then God speaks, again the prophet, then God......Quite often it's difficult to distinguish whom it is that at any given time is speaking or narrating.


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