Poems

Streak of Lighting.

High and low, all around

One day, I tell you, It'll all fall

Someplace near, someplace far

Lighting will strike.

Hearbreaking losses will come close

All hearts, they will turn sore

The blood of all will drip from

Crossroads, paths and labyrinths.

Cause of havoc? Do we know?

The losses we've faced

The've blinded our cause

All we seek is revenge and freedom

When did we loose our minds to Edom?

For all our pain, the time has come

To recieve our pay, for our endure 

Such torturing and endless nightmares

They say bandaids don't fix bullet holes.

Yeah sure, what if, though?

What if it's all they offer?

What if a bandaid for our broken hearts,?

Is all we can take, without loosing to heart break?

We'll take what you offer

Streak of lighting, dear of ours

Something, is worse than nothing

Yet we'll fight back.

We'll prove we're worth more than that.

We'll prove that absolutely no one will ever.

Go through what we did, for we are writers.

And we've endured Edom with no Paradise for reward.

We'll see it done, that everyone sees the light we couldn't.

For we are writers, and we've built a world.

In which all will hide their deepest sorrows.

And even if momentairily, be untroubled.

Unlike us, lighting, will not, strike for them.

Streak of lighting, dear of ours,

Face it. We've won. You won't wreak havoc any longer.

With zero love, but an amount of triumpht,

The Writers