Writing words driving down the road

Wondering how far a tank will let me go



To the house of the little girl dying for food

and praying on her knees for a stranger to set a killer mood?



It turns out her prayers were out of place as she clenches her fists and stands as man who had seen better days spat in her face



How far will a tank let me go?

Will the fires ever die and let the embers glow?



To the boy by the well who's not doing so well?

He contemplates it and thinks he might as well just dive in but to poison the water would be the devil' sin



He thinks about God and her worn leathery face and how the devil is clean cut with every hair in it's place



Well the boy starts to see there's already toxins in the water and the air that he breathes so he makes a final splash and becomes the disease as a flock with flash all rush to see



How far will one tank let me go?

Will the Pharaoh ever die and the honey start to flow?

It doesn't have to end in a shakespearean way. For that has been done many times over. Its boring in a mind setting way. Final Act!
Courage must prevail.

Your pen and paper seem to be of an older version,
care to update to a newer, unstable, invasive version?

404 Error!
That is to say:
oh, we're sorry,
that page cannot be found
due to technical difficulties.

Now, if only I knew how to use a pen..

And as solitude embraces
my ghostly soul,
your memory soothes,
yet destroys,
me to the very core of every bone.
Many moon cycles
have passed
since those
well-calculated
beautifully words that
you spoke so mindlessly
faded away to the stars
and never were to be seen,
nor heard of,
but left an entire world shattered
into a million,
if not billion,
tiny little pieces.
All that you really did leave
were words that will forever
be engraved
in this sinful heart of mine,
that not even
the bread of your Lord
could ever make me forget,
nor His holy wine.
Believing once that your love
was different,
that it was a pure blessing
but ended up realizing that it was
the same treachery
God's most trusted angel
committed against Him.

You were my sinful beauty.