Saturday, September 20, 2014

Tip toeing through the tulips, we remain quite in the storm.
How long must we remain so, they continue to destroy our home. 
Ask the devine we cannot find, here but always awaiting the end time.
Now it is- yet we can barely exist, spirits abound around us in hatred.
Evil intent they make us dissent, driving brother against brother-life against life.
Death their only allowance for it brings the destruction that they desire.
Lake of fire be damned this earth they desire to burn.
One way street towards this end, continually we descend.