By Arcassin Burnham

Bless the world,
And everything in it,
Although we live in the land of evil,
Which I don't get til this day.
Because if god wants us to pray,
And wants us to be okay,
They put us into a work of destruction and false artistry,
Not rebelling,
Wishing there was something to prove,
Where was your god when the devil possessed you,
Don't know where my fate lies,
Or where it even laid at,
For things that we can't control on his earth is what we have to get judged for in heaven,
But you allowed it!!,
Not rebelling,
But clearly clarifying,
That life is truly not fair indeed,
That all the clarity,
And hope and dreams,
Will be discreet,
And the evil wins again,
Who do you believe?

When the war to end them all began
She was nine years old to the day
And that week, in the dark of night
the soldiers took her father away.

There was no way he could stay he said
He had to go and fight
So he could make a far off country safe again
And make everything alright.

They looked up at the stars above
And he made a promise to ease the pain.
He’d gaze upon the moon in the sky
And know his little girl saw the same.

When the train departed that evening
To her mother’s arm she clung
And while she listened to the train rattle away
The moon brightened where it hung.

The ink ran from his letters
That they received once week.
The words he wrote made him sound brave
but really he felt meek.

When the war to end them all intensified
She was ten years old to the day
And that week, in the dark of night
The Grim Reaper took her father away.

I have been bruised
I have dropped six thousand feet after a euphoric high
I have been defeated in reaching an imaginary sky

But the ground to which I fall on
Has become the strength to which I stand on
The pillar to where I pick myself up after a laborious fight
The friend which tells me that in order
To gain infinities, I must win the
Battles of small beginnings

Follow the path your mind faintly presents.
Just feel your dreams and
project its meaning on the wall.
It's literally a matter of time until the dream will come to fruition.
And yet remain as a practical dreamer.