It started off as a usual day at school, getting bullied and what not, but no one was really expecting such a horrible catastrophe to unfold upon the world. The virus was man made, that much everyone knew, but as to how it got free, not to mention the fact that it spread as quickly as it did, no one was sure on. There was plenty of speculation and hypotheses, but no solid conclusion except that this was the day humanity realized the word apocolypse. The first million infected instantly died,...

Every second of time produces a chance for misfortune.

You can't spell pacifist without fist.

Skin so soft and clean, Washed in silk and made pristine, You glamorized child of the star, Driving nice and fancy car, Call friends on cellular telephone, Carefree, careless, know not what you own, Blinding spot of touched red goop, Dazzle men with turn of loop, Catch her glimpse of television, Eye of beholder under no provision, Let her go, she had much fun, Glamorized child now burns in sun, Death brings hope, as much it does sadness, Is ignorant bliss worth fragile tenderness?

Watching the news, paving the way for new views, father watches who will win, doesn’t matter since they’ll all sin; “Yes” to this, “No” to that, it’s all the same, that’s the fact. Will we even find truth? Or is that, itself, a flaw? An illusion built into a booth, helps wire up your jaw

Little bug, how you walk on yellow jeep wandering about, carefree but engaged black speck with wings, your movement is it's own. You twiddle your tiny legs, no great leap across the plains of metal, not enraged calm, cool, collected, your life a type of bliss - or not. Small and fragile, little buggy I shall not raise my finger rise above your existance and squash, instead stare Your seemed as helpless, other notes, maybe deranged, a beat of your heart, when died, can still reap because soil ...

Dragged into another boring lecture, you've been praised again, having blood as currency, seem immature, you wonder if it's imagination. Twisted fates have produced, though, callous you may know, an order of banishment, status also reduced, but the worse of all, the location you'd go. So, as I write this and you look in to see the zealots of madness around, insane, you hope forgiveness can be given, I believe it can be, regardless of those inane.

I see the sky in darkened light, causing kind chaos, but fruitful is our gained blight.

Praise be the ghost of unwedded parents, either or of vexation, unless frustration, fixated, hinged, flustered by many rents, costs unbeknown, by many cause flirtation of or for the ballads of songs purchased, infamy rise to melodies of interest, divine child be judged by social mediocrity blessed hues of all colors or ages cling to vine; somber tree of persecution, unwind and stop, dissidence unsettled among all patrons, pop: arguably, music form, unfree, abandoned, causes strife within soul...

Pulsating organ, stiff and rigid, same disgusting sight, never meant as game, disguised as nature, played by child dissected human, unknown but defiled, scents pungent and scarring but satisfy hypocritic purposes, godless, do defy possibilities uncertain, sex sells, no avail, children swim in bitter seas, covered in veil white colored, stained, pregnancy suffice pleasures unimaginable, born like lice, uncertain, these rules of life, regardless people must survive life, hopeless.