MrHen

Firefight A. J. Babcock 2002.06.14, 2004.09.01 Beyond reason... Welcome to the firefight... Fight fire with fire Fight fists with fire Fight knives with fire Fight guns with fire Fight bombs with fire Fight war with fire Until the world is twisted and black And has shriveled so small that it fits in my hand Fight wind with fire Fight water with fire Fight grass with fire Fight land with fire Fight snow with fire Fight stone with fire Until the world is twisted and black And has shriveled so small that it fits in my hand No chance for redemption is in your eyes Peace is lost, forgotten, and paralyzed Fight lies with fire

/* * To be performed at death. * * return (https://www.deviantart.com/return) Whether salvation will be granted. */ public boolean lastrites() {    if( bookOfLife.containsSoul(this) )        return true;    unforgivenSins = God.convictSoul(this);    while( willingToRepent && unforgivenSins > 0 ) {        for( i = 0; i < areasOfLife; i++) {            currentSin = examineForSin( areaOfLife[i] );            if( currentSin != null )                while( willingToRepent( currentSin) &&                       !repentOfSin( currentSin ) );        }    }    if(unforgivenSins > 0) {        return false;    }    return true; //unreachable statement }

A strange gauntlet danced playfully from my imagination's fingertip: a moppet and two battle-lines of sharks. My mind, being of a lazy, morbid sort, forced upon the child a rather unique dream. Simply put, a herdsman who loves to deal with sharks. So he bravely paddled onward, my mind grinning its sad horror about him, planning to nail him with the very last shark. Yet the boy laughed, chuckled to himself for in the desperation of a dramatic ending I placed at the end the largest of all sharks. The whale shark and the moppet fell in love and produced a rather useless poem due to my own disuse of research in the area of sharks

Oh what can I say? This is so buried inside I cannot explain Thoughts swirling around Pound away at my head They cause so much pain I can't understand Questions come and then they leave Without the answers that they seek I'm crying out for something real Something more than what I feel I need to know what is true What is there, what I need to do. Where does it come from? The legendary peace That I know is there Just beyond my reach God is there But I want him here It's so hard for me to move To where he wants me to Questions come and then they leave Without the answers that they seek I'm crying out for something real S

Feather by feather You create in me wings Allowing my heart to glide Above disturbed waters A peace is found in us That is not yet perfect But all of my vision Is drawn together in you As the dreams are fading Into a solemn reality Let the next dream reach And create a new hope

The water is running Still moving Running away with my hope Is this what I'm doing? Am I running or standing? The water falls beneath me I can feel every drop That is sliding through my dreams Water and fear swirling Becoming my black sea I think it is wise To be scared of more rain And this is where Dreams are forced to choose Between dying or creating But there are four months Until I can swim free Of the weather I chose And now I'm drowning Regretting the promise I made I didn't think there was a chance This flood of dreams would find me Four months of dying Until they have a chance to live When do I let the dream k

Metal's River Sitting inside A large metal beast Grinding its way Down asphalt streams A snake with no end No beginning nor reason Repeating its cycles Day after week With a million heads All looking foward At two million tails Each painted red They're always blinking Starting and stopping As we all sit inside Cursing and moaning Wondering why We ended up here Paying our dues To society's cravings. A large metal snake Eating our time. It will carry us Where ever we wish If we step in its mouth And sell it our selves