Tag Archives: Returning

A Game of Inches

One One at a time Step by step, She fades Down Down a little more Slowly but surely, She fades Further away And closer to Until the day She is but inches away One Only one step more One step and She will be standing at Death’s door The Greeter is eager to meet HerContinue reading “A Game of Inches”

It is Finished!

In case you were wondering, I’m still here. I had to take a break from writing for a little while, but I have not left you in this moment of chaos and confusion. So, where are we right now? Well, we have a mainstream (Marxist) media that has prematurely coronated Joe Biden as the winnerContinue reading “It is Finished!”

A Game of Inches

One One at a time Step by step, She fades Down Down a little more Slowly but surely, She fades Further away And closer to Until the day She is but inches away One Only one step more One step and She will be standing at Death’s door The Greeter is eager to meet HerContinue reading “A Game of Inches”

If I could, I would

If I could, I would make every single adult Christian in America sit and watch a little movie I have imagined. But since it’s not in my power to do that, let me just describe to you what this film would depict. For openers, let’s play some raw footage of Islamic terrorists and ISIS soldiersContinue reading “If I could, I would”

Deafening Silence

With eyes blinded by lies Ears deafened to truth Minds deadened to life Hearts turned to stone We march On towards the altar On towards the slaughter Hear the silence Can’t you? Won’t you? Don’t you? HEAR! The silence of the lambs The deadly, silence of the lambs Deafening Well, I don’t have much toContinue reading “Deafening Silence”

Never Go Gentle

For a while now, there have been two lines of poetry that will spontaneously pop into my mind. They go like this: “Do not go gentle into that good night. / Rage, rage against the dying of the light.” These words come from a 1952 piece by Dylan Thomas entitled “Do not go gentle intoContinue reading “Never Go Gentle”

Deception

When I was in school, I always struggled with reading and writing poetry. I don’t know why. I guess it just didn’t make sense to me, or maybe it was just disinterest that came from having to read so many creepy, narcissistic, and immoral poems. That seems possible. Somehow, I eventually found out that GodContinue reading “Deception”