Here’s the church,
here’s the steeple.
Open the door
and see all the people.

Slam it shut.
Shatter the glass.
Because it feels
this too won’t pass.

Please just wait;
see it through
Then you’ll realize,
every little thing you do.

All that you are
is all that we do,
our time is best utilized
serving as glue.

Pick up your cross,
but have no fright,
because I know
there will always be a light.

It may seem obtuse,
but your sight will shift.
Only then can you make good use
of his precious gift.

Dare to try.
Intuition is keen.
Trust in yourself.
Create beauty
from a sorrowful scene.

And when the time is right
to reflect on your life,
I hope you can say
you’ve been stained
through the power of strife.

mKp (3/3)

As dead as death's dull, deep, dark eyes
and cold as coffins carved in ice
the beast that breathes beneath the moon
has left his languid, lone cocoon

His howl is heard from highest hill
new night brings nasty need to ****
bright, the blood burns bubbling hot
and flows from farthest frozen frost

Vile, his vice of violent kind
meets malice of his maddened mind
A shape as sharp as shards of glass
its silhouette stands as seasons pass

Do you dread the darkest days of death?
the darkest demon's darkest breath
this tyrant turns the trees to dust
and seas of salt to seas of rust

The green of grass will grow so gray
no light on leaves or land will lay
no sun will soar to soothe the sky
red rain will rage with wrath from high

Now embrace the embers ending all
the baneful beast will bring the fall
Can you catch the creature crawling free?
This monster mad in menace is me