There was no call to arms
After all these years
You could feel it
In the air
Some showed up to pass on
Information
Some were there to make
Friends
It wasn't until the opposition arrived
That's when the fighting
Began
It was mostly sticks, kicking and spit
Then one of the sides started to lose,
a gun shot rang out
Some took cover
Some ran
A mass attacked the gun man
A mass was shot down
The gun went click click
"Where are the ******* police!?"
The gun man was crushed under the heels, Of the people who were left.
Another volly of shots and another gun goes off, some made it to their vehicles, and gun smoke rose up,
Here a car runs down those that are running, screaming voices louder than shots, then some one had the bright idea to set tnt off.
Chasing and running standing and fighting,  knives slashes teeth grinding
Police on the scene,  and their guns taken away,  even more shots rang out, no one left to scream.
This is what they wanted, the fighting on both sides,  a nation divided.
The city burned, cities have burned before. The difference is now,  the fighting is shore to shore. Those who didn't take a side, were forced to be locked away
You had a great run, Goodbye USA.

I am ready to end the world
To bring God's
Kingdom come
To sound the horn to
Trigger
Armageddon
If I were Shiva
I would begin
My dance
To end this age of man
And his ignorance
Don't most religions
Have an end of some kind?
A restart,  a flood a drought
A famine,,of course war
I'm not proposing anything
Much different
Nothing you have never seen before
Brother hating brother
Nothing given or gained
Has man progressed at all
With all the intellect
That's been obtained ?
Greed and prejudice
Religions wrong or right
I am able to stop this now
I've just stood by silent
Doubt hides my actions
Lack of faith covers my tracks
For the horse man of war is
Among you, and my sword
Is set to slash
I will burn your cities
I will burn your souls
My wrath will fall upon you
When the horn cracks heavens boughs
My brothers are already marching
I will fall in step
Be prepared for destruction
May God grant mercy for any in my path.

Old man dee
And old man dum
Went off to a match
At the coliseum
Tigers and lions
Tearing men to bits
'Tis a show gentleman
Come and let's sit'
The two men googled ,as
The first and then the second man
'Such an achievement '
'This place of enchantment '
'When, doth, enter the band?'
'Bread!' Calls out the refreshment stand
Next to
The barfaterium
'OH please won't you take a slice?
Pork in the bread is my advice "
'Not to fret my old man, we've come to see the show, no circus clowns for us tonight
No high wire act against the blight
Not here for tonight we shall see
How man plays God so easily'
'Our most highest Ceasar has come to watch the shenanigans!'

A journey like this
Should begin
With a kiss
For luck..on the cheek
For our adventurous souls
We bid farewell
To those we loved
So well
And never look over
Our shoulders
You know these words?
That layout before you?
Like the road we are on,
Recognize the
Diner and gas station ?
Things were older then
Black and white
Representations
What our memories
Lack
Our lips do smack
The taste of regret
And anticipation
As we bid farewell
To aunts and uncles who
Still
Burn a candle for our triumphant
Return
To bordem and our eventual
Burden of death
But,
now
******* it
Right now, my hairs blown back
My dog on my lap
As
You drive
The station wagon.
Don't cry for me
Ahead I see
A rider
Going
To
the same destination

When a man  no longer feels that he is being guided by God,  he begins to be led by the rules of men. Soon, he will realize that men have no Morale compass, he will turn his face to heaven, and find God hadn't given up on him,  and that he had given up on God,  by believing, that he could overcome the unscrupulous nature of mankind.

God loves you
Be Kind
Have Morales
Think of Others
Love God

From where did he come?
Was he birthed?
And what were his parents like?
Or did he burst forth from a strobe of light?
How many forms can he take?
How does his mind not break?
A flower chases daylight
Moss hides in the night
And what does a sentient being think
When stuck in such a plight?
Does time tic on, like a beating drum?
Every second like a taiko strum
He's not really a plant, for he knows he can't die, he's a sentient form of life and can't experience the true meaning of dying as a plant. What if he's now a rock? In a bed of sediment, does his conscience drift, and wonder where time went?
Does he interact with mankind?
He's more like a thing , that's alive, it doesn't breathe and has no heart beat, its nothing we can grasp, this immortal man, nothing as nothing can.