By Arcassin Burnham

Brainwashed over time to not believe the theories,
Talking , why you speak to Siri?
For all your problems , you get weary,
I let God sort it out,
Hasn't come down from the throne,
His presence was there since birth,
But I hope he desends his physical on Earth,
So the lust and the evils will disappear,
No longer embezzling death and fear,
Do your research on everything and you'll be fine
In a world this crooked dear,
And they say,
"People take care of their phones like pets instead of really taking of themselves",
And that's why the parents nowadays need professional help,
And counseling for the love ones they lost to text messages and tweets,
Did the tax dollars really just move on their own and grew feet,
Man the devils busy just like God has funny ways​ of miracles,
Rope is tight for black people that America provoked,
Staging wars for other countries trying to **** us , Trump that's you?
The end is near , and they are gonna sensor this by the time that I get this through.

Your smile was a haven
A place I could visit under no circumstances
A blessing from god, but a gift by choice


You were cold, you were rough
Your outer shell was rigid, but your soul was smooth
Your breath was like frost, but your words, a kind tone
One of a kind creature, as you sat on your throne
Throne made of icicles, sitting alone
Awaiting your King, as you threw me out the door


But I didn’t care for I turned to stone
Yet you gave me your smile, a gift by choice
Made me feel safe, made me feel warm
Thawing your heart, felt like a chore
Yet I stuck around, you didn’t think I would
I didn’t think so either, but we still stand stood.

Standing at the water's edge
A little girl peers over the ledge
Looking deep into the water's night
Without the slightest hint of fright
Gazing at the waves alien world
With her eyes shining meekly bold
She smiles pondering her soon to be realm
An alien earth with her mind at the helm