A Collection of Poems

Sinners divine light

The moonlights so bright it lights the night

Tonight is a fight that thou shall bite

The Reaper is a weeper that sinks deeper

For thy sneaker is meeker then thy weaker

Out the window, your Time has come

Why art thou Bound to thou god?

Winners and sinners rejoice.

For thine testimony is testimonial

Your light will knight the nightmare that i might bare

Thou will write their stories with glory that is a quarry but it is already prehistory

You are the winner and I am the sinner

But whereas thyn sunlight falls to much impolite gun fight

My moonlight unites into two rights of thy divine fight

You are the winner and I am thy sinner

But that unchecked is incorrect, respect is your de-fect

Thine eyes aren't allies, thine eyes will lead to your demise

I will arise and my cries will not reprise,

Thou art wrong as you prolong the strong

I am thy winner and thine is thy sinner.

But there is no divine light that shine onto thy kind that confines within thine minds

Thy sinner lie by eye to reply

My cry will not dry till I die or reply to tie to thee divine in the sky

Oh how hurt my mind and unhurt my body embodies my mind

Thine testimony against mine's system only of uncertainty

Courtesy of urgencies, absurdity is an eternity of emergencies

Thou sinners and winners are killers that trigger the prisoners

Thou sinners and winners do not persist because thy divine is conflict

Thy divine is unwist and drifts to the rifts that does not exist

I quit and split myself free to flee thy divine light by nights light

The moonlight is bright, winners and sinners fight and rejoice

But nothing comes from bloodshed but the dead is what the judge said.

The moonlight is bright white but despite the right thou still fights into the night

Thou is thy sinner and you skinned her clearly willed

She is dead, gone like the wind that you refined in a divine mind

Begone now, thy is known as the phony son who has the gun and is on the run