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The One-Winged AngelAn Angel had fallen, from the sky to his bed.
An Angel was dyin', "O Good for her!" He said.
The Angel was bleedin', she would surely be dead.
Her eyes began closin', "O Good for her!" He said.
The Angel held him near, her face a mask of red.
"Come with me, have no fear!" "O Lucky me!" He said.
The Angel took his soul and quickly he was dead.
In a tone quite joyful, "I'm an Angel!" He said.
AnxietyLosing my focus and bal
in the air
weight of world
Lost Christian SoldiersTime passes us by,
we're deaf to her cries.
Leaving each other at
the human coconut shies.
Anger leads our souls on,
singing forbidden songs.
Who needs your dumb sermons?
Lost Christian soldiers,
emerging as Earth's pores.
Taking their weed from
the first garden of humanity.
Onward then! Off we go!
in some enormous book,
Daddy dearest said 'No'?
Skipping steps, down
down to Satan's sanctuary.
Surrounded by a chilling fire,
wearing his brimstone crown.
Oh, lost Christian soldiers!
Bidding your faith adieu!
Beginning your life once more
as the demon's new ambassadors.
PlaythingSay 'this isn't heartbreak, merely heartburn'.
This is for my sanity's sake? Why are you
Never like reality to bow to commands,
story of my life, supply and demand.
My life's now hers, never returned,
hugs become strangles, kisses spew poison.
Identity is lost from the very first beating,
love conquers no fears, tears of blood run.
Soon I meet my maker as an angel aching,
even toys need a saviour, no point complaining.
But like my Hell meets your Heaven in killing,
we'll stay together, you and your plaything.
The Sound of HesitationMy youth is lost,
past the present.
Cheery Tee Hee Hee.
Steering the wrong way.
Fearing the feeling.
The fatal kiss of
My laughter is
No one to hear.
Where's my Phoenix?
Missing silver lining?
Where was God almighty
in all of this?
And my Daddy says
And Mummy's missing.
Flying dust bunnies,
Sweeping souls on the breeze.
Did dust bunnies take her?
Or was it the bees?
Stealing our nectar,
Slaying cities with stings.
Does anyone know?
Leave Me Alone - Chp.3
Chapter Three – Jay-kun to Kay-chan! Minna Utae!
On the second of May, I woke up in a Travel Inn room next to Willen Lake in Milton Keynes. This was the day that marked two decades of my existence and life, and the world had gone through so many changes. In fact, the last two years had impacted my life more than twenty had. Being ten years old seemed so long ago, but when one can sum up two years of his existence in writing, then the passing of time becomes warped and you wonder where each individual day goes. I get tired of people being bored and wasting such days, because when two, ten or twenty years pass so quickly, it is clear that nobody is long for this world. My reflection showed me a man who wasted time checking a mole for any signs of sudden growth or bleeding, when he should have been working on improving his craft.
Twenty years were wasted; I clearly needed someone to bring something worth cherishing into my life whilst I could. God was not the answer, neither
Jesus SavesI kept Jesus by my side,
scared to die alone.
A hollow hand of mine
with the fading form
of my saviour,
swimming with me
across the daylight sky.
Then He leaves me
to paddle without Him.
I dive into the melting clouds
to observe the earth
we both left behind.
Stitching up the screaming
bodies of the good souls
we forgot about or
just plain ignored.
These are the people He loves?
Why should we care
about the people who were proud
of kicking my ass everyday?
The same people who would boast
about fucking a different girl
And yet, Jesus tells me
to let them through the gates,
because Hell's reached its limits
and Satan's doing everyone's
dirty laundry in public.
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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