The mercy of God
saved him from
the world.

With his alleged
****** birth
flesh from
light and darkness
mixed in a
good and evil
conflict.

Flesh and meat
eaten.
A member
to pluck fruit.
Wicked lost souls
belonged to
the lower order.

O ye soldiers, RISE UP!
for narrow minds have,
come again.
O ye soldiers, STAND UP!
for they make things,
go insane.

They grisp, they grudge,
grunt the same.
They grind some minds,
And make them lame.

O ye soldiers, COME FORTH!
for these minds,
they stay so near.
O ye soldiers, be strong!
For they are,
bringing new fears.

They crave for blood,
whom they call,
their own.
For these minds,
so fallen.
No one is known.
No one is known.

O ye soldiers, BATTLE NOW!
for these minds can,
steal your dreams.
O ye soldiers, FIGHT NOW!
for are they not,
what they seem.

Wicked is their mind,
empty is their heart.
To make their time,
They come near you,
Come and break you apart.

So,
O ye soldiers, RISE UP NOW!
for narrow minds have,
come again.
O ye soldiers, **** THEM!
and hoist the flag of peace again.

...
     "This isn't who you are."

    "You're not the girl I used to know."

   "I don't know who you've become."

He repeats these lines
So much these days
It annoys me more than
A broken record ever could
Ever should
Ever would
Cause I told him
I warned him thoroughly

     "I'm not nice."

    "You won't like the real me."

   "I'm not worth fighting for."

But he didn't listen
He filled my head with empty
Promises that he meant
He filled my heart with hollow
Vows that he could never fulfill

     "How can a person be so cold?"

    "How can a lady be so cruel?"

   "How can you change so fast?"

He looks hurt and
I hurt a little
But I shut down
Cause that's what I always do

     "I'm nefarious, lover."

    "Had my heart broken a few times."

   "Now it's made of stone."

It's dry
It's pale yellow
It's devastating
It's hot and
It's a wicked summer

With drawing all energy
With it's dry, dusty winds
With all vegetation turning pale and wilted

The birds are silent
They are somewhere not visible
Hiding in the little shadows and shades

The trees are still
The plants are withering
The road-side bush wilted and dry

The lips are dry
The skin is rough
The throat is burning...

How long is this going to last
Looking at the sky,
For some clouds which are scanty

Let that summer rain come
And change this wicked summer
Into a soothing experience ..

Till then...

It's dry
It's pale yellow
It's devastating
It's hot and
It's a wicked summer

This world is a very wicked place
Made so by nasty and wretched people
But it is kept so by the quiet and frail ones.

-fir.m