33 (poem)

The number of the mighty and few
Illuminated light for the masses past due
Omnipotent beings with glimmer and hope
Or diablo himself gripping the skin on our throat

Masonic virtue in the glory of god
Biblical utopia fought for with blood
The masses have fallen within the ignorant shell
Blinded forever in heaven or hell

The Ark of the Convenent hidden at bay
Fascism erupts as father leads the way
Impurities of life hinder the weak
Speak now or forever hold your peace




Cole Merk

CPYK--I like it, good meter and good message. But then I'm one of those that thinks you can still write serious with rhym. good work.

i like it too.
very good stuff

Thanks guys for your compliments. This is a poem wrote a few days ago after a 2+ year "writers block" if you might say. I look forward to submitting future work as it is written. Thanks again for the compliments!

I actually just finished reading a thread on the 33rd degree mason.
It's a difficult subject to write on, since so little is known on the subject.
Assuming this thread did not inspire your work, I reccomend checking it out. www.abovetopsecret.com...

Otherwise, I enjoyed your poem and would love to see some more.