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Saturday, 05 April 2008

  • Shock and Awe

    Fallen angel,
    Ashen city on a hill
    Burned down by
    Hypocrisy and lies
    Love left in shards
    With broken hearts,
    And broken lives,
    The fragile shattered
    Hope, impeached tonight

    The capital aflame?
    Oh, God forbid
    Desperate measures
    Our only hope
    Emergency powers
    Yours to wield
    You can and will

    Fighting fire with flame
    Pointed fingers with blame
    Peace through murder
    Love through hate

    Idealists burned alongside
    Witches, proved or not
    You have whatever means
    You may see fit

    Blessed devil,
    Ashen city, living hell
    Set ablaze by
    Hypocrisy and lies
    Love left in shards
    With broken bones,
    And bloodied wounds,
    The fragile shattered
    Hope, impeached tonight
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Friday, 12 October 2007

  • Who's Surprised?

    I know I don't post on here often, but I thought this needed to be addressed:

    http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,301216,00.html

    Yet again, Ann Coulter opens her mouth and makes me ashamed that I will, against my own will, be grouped with her based on my faith. If Ann Coulter is in fact a Christian, why does she constantly spew hatred, arrogance, and self-righteousness? The blemish upon our society that is the American "Christian" is once more publicized because of it's interolerance and extremism, while the few who truly try to show the love of Christ are oppressed by the so called Church.

    I wonder what this nation would be like if Christians, instead of opposing gay marriage and attempting to establish a state sponsored form of Christianity, would actually make a commitment to love as Christ loved and win hearts, not enslave them.

    Freely ye have received, freely give,
    Drew

Monday, 23 July 2007

  • Thought In Grayscale - 1/2 Frame Rate

    1/2 Frame Rate

    The moment before the road turns off,
    Where distraction parts the fleeting conscious
    A semi tugging thought transcends logical speed
    A half-formed thought spilled on the street,
    As the motored chassis drags it through the mud
    Where was I, where am I?
    Why was I?

    Echo Room

    Slamming doors, a silhoutte of tragedy,
    Defining the line between nightmares
    And a life to live, half spent and all
    Consumed with grief
    To wake one final resting angel
    While roughly hallowed halls
    Lay shallowly shamed by human
    Effort to surpass their own

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