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St. Scalesaveli the King Poet

St. Scalesaveli the King Poet

                                       Masters of Poetry presents

I started out
with nothing
the Lord blessed
my soul
to go fight demons
haters and false hope

With a pen and pad
I rose to high measures
devoured my enemies
and scrapped
there remains
in the seven seas

Scalesaveli the king poet
forever in your heart
like the light
from above
when Jesus shows it

The chosen one
is still flowing
over 500 poems growing
still rolling
controlling
the society focus

For all varieties
first I was president
then I was king
I crushed all my enemies
and made them kiss the ring
this is the end
the angles began to sing

I thank Lord Jehovah
I thank Lord Jesus Christ
the holy bells began to cling

I understood
where I was
it wasn't a dream
I was in heaven

The heavenly father
called me home

I prayed for you all
as I watched you grow
from the highest above
thank you Jesus 
for letting me come back and show the love
to tell the story now you all know it
the greatest of all time
St. scalesaveli
the king poet

I shall return
to my heavenly family
now
God bless you all
in the name of Jesus
St. scalesaveli society
lift off  

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