other projects and “real life” are eating my time, but unless I just completely lose my head i’m looking at the second week of next month. Chapter 3 should be faster, since I find myself skipping ahead a lot as I go.
In the mean time, here’s some more crappy poetry:
"The Flame That Claimed Our Soul"
You take the peace for granted.
You think security is sure.
You go about your business,
And tell yourself you’re safe,
This nation is untouchable,
Its borders are secure.
Then one day on the morning news,
The unthinkable comes true.
In a ball of flame the safety ends,
As you watch the towers fall.
The enemy has broken in,
And the country’s safe no more.
Severed heads lay everywhere!
And the humvees go rolling along!
I squeel HIYAIYEEE
THERE’S SOO MUCH DEATH TO SEEE
AND MY CHAINSAW
And now for something somewhat different.
Winter is drawing near.
Creatures of the Earth begin to settle,
As white frost clings to branch and nettle,
Life itself almost seems to vanish
As the bite of Fall marks Summer’s finish.
Weeks go by and the chill sets in,
Nights grow longer, the days seem starker.
And colors fade as the sunbeams falter.
Though our star may try, it cannot filter
Through the cold grey clouds-
The blanket of Winter.