The self-harm
Sometimes, I think I live inside the head of an ogre
whatever happens, none of us are in control, but
of a malign monster with brain cancer
Millenniums ago, when the brain was vigorous
it caught a microorganism of the type that can hide
a long time before branching out powerfully trying
to take over by altering the brain's chemistry.
Over time, the foreign body has tried to destroy it.
The cohesion that makes a brain function almost
to perfection; alas, as is with Beau's ideal, one time or another fails but can be repaired, and peace ensues.
There was a time when the monster cell was nearly
defeated but was saved by lesser pests
thinking its
cunning could be useful so it could grow alongside
The bacterium grew immensely strong and has begun threatening and altering the normal function
of the mental capacity of an encephalitic existence
the world might collapse, and a dead planet will circle the galaxy because we now know
the monster cell's purpose was to destroy god's
failures.
E-erie
M-icroorganism
I-n
L-ink's
Y-ucky
O-utbreak
L-ets
G-erms
I-mplement
N-asty
A-ilment
Topic: Birthday of Emily A. Olgina (June 04)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
J-eopardy
I-n
M-ysterious
M-icroorganism's
Y-ucky
S-ickness
A-pplies
N-otoriety
T-o
O-nerously
S-pread
Topic: Birthday of Jimmy (May 25)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
A-nother
L-ethal
M-icroorganism
A-ppears
L-etting
O-utbreak
S-pread
A-s
N-ew
D-isease
E-xpands
Topic: Birthday of Alma Losande (April 13)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
M-icrorganism
I-n
C-ontact
H-as
A-ffected
E-very
L-ung
A-s
S-anitation
I-s
G-iving
U-s
A-dvantage
Topic: Birthday of Michaela Alexis Sigua (April 02)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
~Do You See Us God~
I do mean the good people in every Nation.
Not walking with signs, burning down
buildings, to create a CNN sensation!
Toppling statues, they know what they are doing.
While we stay quiet at home, praying and stewing!
How long will we be quiet while America is ripped from all hands?
No church, no school, no hugs, no police and certainly no American bands.
Letting a microorganism fully take the Creator's place?
More fearful of it, as if "it" created the human race!
Our minds, our lives are under full governmental control.
God, move over, the microorganism is
ruling our world!
I do know the New World Order will soon be exposed.
No vaccination can restore sanity to a world which its inhabitants have overthrown.
Soros and Gates, the immoral duo, they.
Will find out they are not gods in anyway.
Please see us, God, people in each land.
Hard working people, please, take us back into your gentle loving hands!
June 16, 2020
1pm PST
Poem # 1,245
Virus', virus everywhere on the earth
But where has corona taken its birth?
A tiny microorganism but with bulldozer effects
Threatening humanity with its destructive magnet
No single soul can live at ease
With the widespread of the killer disease
Where is the virus's origin?
Scientists are slogging to discover a vaccine
Although it started with the Chinese people
The whole world is fighting for its survival
Spreading from country to country
Corona virus is achieving worldwide victory
God is manifesting His wrath
Indeed humanity is heading towards an inevitable crash.
Superpowers are powerless
Famous leaders are turning hopeless.
International economy is at stake
Corona virus is applying the brake
All of us are exposed to the virus
Life is becoming more and more dangerous
So let's pray the Lord to eradicate this calamity
And forgive us for any atrocity
Can we expect a brighter tomorrow?
Our chances of survival are very narrow
suddenly the beauty fades
and the masquerade becomes a crimson deluge
somewhere out of nowhere, incoherence reveals her uglier side
the stone soup of badly timed revelation is pure poison
the rocks thrown at my routine dream bloodies the strength of the center and blockades the solidity of my little world
suddenly enough is a microorganism growing impatient via the knowledge within the maturation
i become a victim of your black confetti surprise party
i want you to taste the bloody black jello of my misery
however you get the flavor of my personal version of icy cold detachment
all the ladders are now worn and badly damage
all the attics are infested and offend with the stench of incompleteness and indecisiveness
suddenly my brain goes in circles in endless speeds like a defiant spinning top
i wish i could give my own brain a hassan chop
maybe then all sense within me will finally come together
however my journey will still never really have a true blue definition
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