more two am stuff...
Regulations and decrees,
They just don't know,
At all different themes,
We go, go, go.
A faint understanding,
Of where lies their loyalty,
Every man disbanding,
Whose recognized his own royalty.
A short interjection,
Of the champions of today,
A profound misconception,
Of what we all meant to say.
Each on his own,
Looking down inside,
Hearts no longer of stone,
In Yeshua we confide.
Looking east,
There is a hint of dawn,
Having slain the beast,
Humanity walks on.
I happen to know what this one is about but of course I can't tell you because that's the beauty of my writing. I want it to mean to you what it means to you, not to me. The last two lines were going to say "Run, you sexy beast! Move the fuck on!" But I thought that would be inappropriate. Haha. I don't know what to call this one or the last. I'll just group them together as "The Gitmo Series." Or something. Oh, and this:
The waxing and waning of the character of mankind is dependent on the hearts of all humans. The organization of men and weapons into a coherent body of force is not a sign of progress or improvement, but rather an enormous indication of the detriment of humanity.
Just a thought. Not very complete. Bwoy.
They just don't know,
At all different themes,
We go, go, go.
A faint understanding,
Of where lies their loyalty,
Every man disbanding,
Whose recognized his own royalty.
A short interjection,
Of the champions of today,
A profound misconception,
Of what we all meant to say.
Each on his own,
Looking down inside,
Hearts no longer of stone,
In Yeshua we confide.
Looking east,
There is a hint of dawn,
Having slain the beast,
Humanity walks on.
I happen to know what this one is about but of course I can't tell you because that's the beauty of my writing. I want it to mean to you what it means to you, not to me. The last two lines were going to say "Run, you sexy beast! Move the fuck on!" But I thought that would be inappropriate. Haha. I don't know what to call this one or the last. I'll just group them together as "The Gitmo Series." Or something. Oh, and this:
The waxing and waning of the character of mankind is dependent on the hearts of all humans. The organization of men and weapons into a coherent body of force is not a sign of progress or improvement, but rather an enormous indication of the detriment of humanity.
Just a thought. Not very complete. Bwoy.