Farmville Is The Anti-Christ

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Farmville Is The Anti-Christ



Farmville!
Anti-Christ!
Are one?

“Strong is the Farmville in you, young one…but much learning do you have to do…”

Don’t force your consciousness on me,
Your Farmville-addictive-chains make my heart bleed,
Taking from me life and giving only black despair,
Farmville is the Anti-Christ.

His burden light,
Your spirit weak,
Revival in your heart would be so nice,
But Farmville has become
Your Anti-Christ.





September 8th, 2010

The Call (She Atones, From Every Street Corner)

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The Call (She Atones, From Every Street Corner)




To pull
To push
Her contours are not obtuse,
In accents of the divine
Accidents that happen
Have possibilities sublime.

The chance that is chanced,
Divinity versus circumstance,
She sways in the very way that she flits
Between shadows and lightning,
A heartbeat that I might miss.

You cannot dismiss
The mystery of
This truest young miss,
With the scent of blooming blossoms
Betraying her every trail,
A tiara of effervescence
Springs yon handcuffed fancy
From any and every jail

To twist
A heart so clean and pure
Is nigh impossible,
She’s neat, pristine, demure,
And her call goes out to many
But by many more is missed,
A siren at the seashore and
A loving mother in the mist


To push and pull,
The dregs and swill
Come running when the night grows dim,
And light is cast on hearts from Him,
As Wisdom’s call reaches the innermost parts

The push,
The pull,
The fanning of the spark

She rests not until her heart is known;
To turn mankind, with Love to atone.



September 7th, 2010