Grand design takes over
For the better of the worse.
Just for the sign,
Fust for the fun.
Another one takes over.
Another one fun.


Heavens come from nothing
And nothing is impossible.
(That doesn't mean everything is possible.)
Small coincidences make big differences
Between belief and not.

So the life goes on.
Another ballad for the ages.
Great frost on small grass.
Just for the observant to see.
Kinks in the universe,
Jerks in the design,
Crackle and Pop to the justice.
Justice that will soon come.

Gone to send a message,
But still coming soon.
Today is the beginning of life.
But nobody realizes it.

We were made with our memories.
We were made with out memories.
Timing strays off melody.
Lest the lust take over.
Humming to the same beat,

The writ is lamenting.
For his craziness is just inspiration in disguise.
Just like a dot on the edge of the eye.
He walks in a prescribed pattern,
Just to cure nothing.

And nothing is impossible.

He looks out of his clock,
To see the rest of his town,
And stands.
Flashes of light take over.
Loud noises of nothing fill his mind.

And nothing is impossible.

Walls shake as he watches in his clock.
The sky becomes red and brick turns to nothing.

And nothing is impossible.

He walks calmly to the next floor down,
Just like he was prescribed to do.
On the next floor down, he looks out of his clock.
He sees the load of burlap.
The floor turns to nothing.

And nothing is impossible.

A Haiku in time
Is just like it meant to be,
The coldest and dark.

Just like the Writ did.
He walks another floor down,
And looks out his clock.

Seven circles found.
Seven circles are the ground,
Which turned to nothing.

And nothing is impossible.

The Writ walks another floor down
To the floor floor.
He walks out his clock,
Takes his percautions,
And turns around.
The war has ended,
He sees nothing.