For my hurt goes beyond
the creation theory...
You may attack me with hatefulness
With your squinted, judging eyes...
When your face hits the floor
And despair is at your door...
I will not be afraid
of closing the binding...
Fight on with your sword in hand!
Fight on, draw a line in the sand...
they condemn us with bibles
pictures of fiery pits...
Stop! Don’t give any step forward.
With this quarantine and people’s idiotic...
Let me embrace your heart
you...
This life is too short,
to spend your years regretting...
What corruption may come will shatter before the...
No swords to swing and no shields to brace...
DAY BY DAY
As I wandered on my way, approaching the old Pub...
A beautiful body
is what you want it to be...