Lyall_816

.......It sucks to loose someone you considered your rock for so long........

Lyall_816

We are the unholy,
          We are the bastard sons of your media culture.
          Our minds, eyes, and bodies were born of your exclusion
          An illusion you hide behind
          
          You don't love a God, you love your comfort!
          To you we are filth, we are dirty, so be it.
          We are dirty and unclean, a congregation of the unseen
          
          Together we will set this world on fire!
          
          This is the new religion,
          Amen!

Lyall_816

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
          not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
          The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
          in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
          The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
          while visions of sugar plums danced in their heads.
          All except one of course, 
          
          The teenager who decided to read gay fan fiction, all night round.