Chaos looms like a darkening clouds
Swirling around enveloping crowds.
A burden so heavy it crushes,
All it that it brushes.

Markets all precariously waiting
One pop sees them deflating.
Desperate mad flitting souls
With panic stricken goals.

Power clinging ON, by scary grip,
Fearful this is not just a blip.
Yet by their desperate exchange
We see the precipice of change,

I have learnt to fly,
At last all will come to pass.

He is my wings in this dreary winter. The light that guided the way.
Melodies and lullabies don't shy away when summoned by his harp.

For what am I without breath? For I am a bird awaiting the creator's next step.

Ash to Ash,
Breathe to breathe, Rib to rib, Hence creating a masterpiece.

I'm quiet not because I do not speak, Rather Jehovah raah will speak for me.

Venus finally awakened and eyed
She had seen enough of so much lost pride
Christ died on the cross it was thought for all men
And my love, she thought, was it all a sin

She gazed at the world lit up that morn
Only knew women, she knew they were torn
Tween the orders they had and desires to be free
The feelings of women are strongest to be

With a broom she had swept herself and all so clean
Tended the bull who was always so mean
Survived the nights by way of laudanum
Surely to keep her feelings again numb

It's been months since I was clean.
(I'm glad I'm not downwind from me.)
The enemy awaits unseen
in this land I am trying to free.

A good meal is just a memory.
Spam can only last so long.
I reckon its my destiny
to try my best to right what's wrong.

BANG! That sniper fires a shot;
for once there is no answering scream
from this hill which soon will be forgot
like a nightmare, not dream.