Saturday, March 03, 2007

To be anti-Christ in a city of believers has to be toughest,
a moon without the comfort of the stars...
Bombarded by Christian propaganda and blazing crosses.
In this world of lament and corruption and oh-so pitiful nature,
there is beauty and surely there is pain.
Wierd customs and beliefs makes me wonder how people put up
with people or things with an opposite mindset.
And of course there is some politics and media involved and in the middle of it all,
Lucifer sits and admires the dimension and scale of the web of corruption
and travesties he and religon caused...makes me chuckle.
Will there be resolution with the full package of a vigilante and his prevailing justice?
Or will it be otherwise?
It's E ='s mc-squared into a rubiks cube...where we have to wait and see.

Days have been harsh with homework and hobbies to tend to, so there is no better time to find a break other than now when i'm in the midst of ideas and creativity and total freedom to type a new peom for your entertainment. And in my infinate ammo of peotic expressions, i'm glad to say that i love the last three lines of this poem haha. Isn't it so cool? haha. anyway, i'd be best drafting the new chapter of my book, toodles.

KvntingKrist asked the tree @ 6:30 AM

{M.E. + T.}