Earned under great spell of segregation,
With luster grand and blinding glimmers of false hope,
Standing like Trajan over his land, twice the spoils of war.

We must now thwart the hatred,
We must now look our brothers in the skin and decide if we can shoot them in the mouth.

Where lies the liberty in mysticism?
Why is this culture facilitating our schism,
And how now will we draw our party lines, or be done with them for a line in the sand?

Let us not fold in the face of dictatorship.

Song      Song-
Sing sing
Tweet tweeT
      Floodly  Fear intoxicating
systems   are       going            DOwn.

Song Song
      Sung Sung
Silence                        silent……..
Walk
             Away
                         Because
                                           you
                                                  lost
                                                                  your
VOICE~

sONG Song
Twitch twitch
           angry         convulsions;
leave your flesh bruised
                                          your
                                     BROKEN
Song           song-
Tweet tweeT
comes                              Another birdy
Don't crush birdy two,                                               Please;
GIVE BIRDY TWO FLIGHT~

A father always supporting his daughter,
No matter how high she jumped he caught her.
A little girls prince in shinning armor,
He always protects her and is sure to never harm her.

I hear a melody in my head,
A song, and poem with an end.
The end is near as I command.
Left to be read by the living soon to be undead.
My poem,
Oh my song leads only to rotting flesh.
As my word are venom to your bread.
There no meaning just the ramblings of a mad person.
I am so mad, so tired, I sometimes seek death.
My heart shows no ache to the blind,
My voice shows no fear to the deaf,
My trust shows none to the shallow.
For my words are not a peace offering.
No, just the shovel.

The shovel for your grave.
Though I won’t dig,
But you will.
I did not undue you, but I began your undoing.

I know of depression.
I know the pain well,
But this this pain is different with the same symptoms.
I feel lost,
My heart aches,
Oh, My mind must stay busy,
for the thought of him will leave me broken.
Sad beyond compare,
Inconsolable