sickness in society
spreads every time the sun goes down
media gives birth to beauty
distort the shape, remove the pounds
parade the latest fashion trends
inject the venom ounce by ounce
self-control is obsolete
in this empty world, you'll surely drown

beneath violent waters
the beautiful daughter
of pearls and treasures
priceless beyond measure
swims in the sea
alone for all eternity

her heart has been crushed
by the pressure
revive her
breathe new life inside her

ice forms on the water
to preserve the daughter
the beauty is swallowed
by a dull shell now hallowed
and there she will be
for all eternity

the threads of my heart,
unravelled by lust,
follow the needles
that they've grown to trust.

desires entangle;
destruction still weaves.
the needles work quickly
to bind and deceive.

three needles secure Him.
still bound by the string,
i fashion a crown
of barbed wire for my King.

allow me, dear Father,
to enter Your rest.
the threads of my heart
long for Your holiness.

He walked down the street. Silently, he placed one foot in front of the other. It was an obedient march in a one-man parade. The blank eyes scanned the street as the wind tossed papers like a raft in the sea. He stopped. Newspapers danced to and fro; they circled the young man and embraced his cold skin. A leaf kissed him on the cheek and branches cowered in fear. After standing still for a few moments, he proceeded with the aimless journey. It would not have been a surprising scenario to find the boy and his family gathered around those papers a few months ago, but now the words have become obsolete. The headlines and pictures are common knowledge and the prophecy a reality.

Romantic discourse breaks the quiet of night
As the seraphim cry and pray.
Perched on a wire, birds watch from above
Entreating that she run away.
Demons broke her heart; innocence was lost that day.