A man’s faith can’t be destroyed
Even by a blaze from hell
For a man’s faith is pure
Deep inside his heart
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Suffer
The air cannot speak
Yet the children suffer
The bullet has no eyes
Yet bodies lay dead on the ground
Freak
Look at that!
Look at that freak!
Juicy flesh
Red succulent ripe
Never intended by nature
Crafted by Man’s failure
Looks good to you no?
The sorcery of GMO
The chemical engineering
Only now the beginning
Of Mutants
That we put in our mouth
That makes us Zombies
Anything but
for our desires and glut
Creek
The stillness of the surface
Polished as mirror
A reflection of life above
A view
Without the consequences
A mere spectator
To the acts of Man
Riverside
Let goodness flow
Like silty river
That brings greenery
For the benefits of many
Evening at the field
The grass whispers to me
In that silent evening
When there’s no other soul left to listen
Canopy
Shield me
When the weather turns bad
A living umbrella
Above my head
