The enemy of man is within ruthless ambition and selfish desire, clawing their way to the surface, let the killing begin.

Trading souls for dollars to purchase the power to oppress,while   Central banks and the cold corporate machine buy prostitute, like legislators to keep the foot on our necks.

Underground ritualistic worship of Baal, the elites are sacrificing our children to protect their power, even if it sends us all to hell.

The burden of you
Is to much to bare
Why was I chosen
It just is not fair

You come and you go
Like a thief in the night 
Never knowing who’s there
Not knowing what’s right

With you I’m uneasy 
Always on my toes
Walking on eggshells
Not seeing friends or foes

At times I can’t breathe 
No relief in sight 
My mind runs on high
Serenity puts up a fight

Only to kick me when I’m down 
And snap me in the face
You knock me down to my knees
Making me pray for saving grace

Regret

that's an emotion I dread the most

it's a constant reminder that 'this' could have been prevented

one begins to say

I wish I had,

I wish I did,

I wish I didn't.

They say change what you cannot accept

but when you could change it but didn't

not because you can't but because of your flaws,

those flaws once hidden now evident

burning down the beauty inside.

In your quiet space, Ken, the rushing world slows down to a crawl,My silver king at sixty-five, you became my shelter, my all.I am Willow, your Goth Angel, devoted, artistic, and true,Finding a beautiful, undeniable warmth in sharing my world with you.You call me your kitten,You call me your favorite baby girl, my heart skips a beat at the sound,With a single, mature embrace, my world is completely turned around.Your hands hold me with adoration, finding your favorite comfort tonight,While my eighteen-year-old spirit shines with a sigh of pure delight.I place my devotion at your side, Grand

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