I don’t know who gave me the ability to take another life. And is one life worth another? Is it OK to take a life to save another? If that isn’t my decision to make then whose is it? And where is this decision maker now? When will the giver of life finally say enough? When will the taker of life give all, the compassion that only a small percentage expect? When will our father care for his children and stop letting them fight amongst themselves??? I can answer all your questions with one simple sentence deserving of no further explaining. He doesn’t care anymore, he has lost faith in his children and has disowned them. But maybe that’s why I am here why I was put on this little marble. Not to be the father, no but maybe guard them, to do the things that need to be done without questions. Just answers. I will Guard all lives and make the difficult decisions. I will be their Guardian. I am Promethius, Guardian of Earth.
the winds are becoming numbing needles to my skin again. the whistling of the night is entering the day covering up the sun to my happiness. the bullying was a distant memory from my mind now fresh to my soul.
My innocent little sister In your eyes You see me as a guardian Shining bright with a halo over my head Wings as pure as jade A mountain that doesn’t move Even when the earth shakes When the thunder strikes
An idea aroused again In the very hope to become li’l sane An idea has aroused again As a solution to this disordered mind or brain the plan is to write some rhyming line with figure of speeches just quite