TYBA here I come!

Now playing: David Crowder Band – Foreverandever Etc…
via FoxyTunes    Exams are over…well atleast for S.Y. I cant believe I am going to third and final year of college. There have been so much attached to this place that I cant imagine what I am going to do without it. thats what you would expect me to say right?

Well you ARE right, I am saying that. Call me a fool or a hopeless romantic, i dun care. I am blogging from college btw. Stealing into WiFi from the tower behind college. As my friend Steve Sam puts it, ” They are too rich to care”

I found an awesome poem, nay two awesome poems. Blogging it right now.

Abort The Problem

Babies are murdered far and near,
And no one sheds a tear.
No one seems to fear;
Yet God’s judgment is near.

Who will break the silence of the lambs?
And defend those who cannot speak for themselves?
Is there none that will cry out “Restore!”
Who among you will lend his ear?

The humanists proclaim,
“We are defending human rights!”
Yet they forget what is right,
And do what is wrong in God’s sight.

They forget that infants are also human beings with rights:
A right to live and a right to breathe,
A right to be born,

in this dark world and be a light.

the war is fierce
the casualties many
many hearts are pierced
many souls murdered for a penny

Who will break the silence of the lambs?
And defend those who cannot speak for themselves?
Is there none that will cry out “Restore!”
Who among you will lend his ear?

for all comes down to these:
when your downed foe does speak,
hear his teary pleas -
the world belongs to the meek

Flesh, blood and bone that I pray remembers
Next time
Before it’s too late and you can’t go back from the choices that you make
These simple little words…..

ABORTIONS KILL BABIES DEAD!
and the second one…

The hard road to revelation

cold winds close in on me
i clutch my coat tight
the black dice won’t set me free,
dark shades prepare to fight

i bare the flaming sword;
truth is its name
somewhere angels strike a chord
i battle-cry and hide my shame

the war is fierce
the casualties many
many hearts i pierce
my soul sold for a penny

and in the hollow end,
i stand alone crying
my voice to sadness lend,
my convictions dying

looking back and back,
i could have walked on by,
but too late, skies are black;
all careful plans awry

how do i go on?
i ask in vain
i was a way-ward son,
my pride a self-chosen bane

with forgiveness in reach,
i discard my blade
and take upon me to teach
to love and not be afraid

life is far too worthy a cause
to destroy with fire and steel
before lashing out, pause,
and know the turning of the wheel

for all comes down to these:
when your downed foe does speak,
hear his teary pleas -
the world belongs to the meek

I dared to touch a forbidden fruit,
Lost the being I once was.
Yes, I surrendered to the unknown,
Now I’m slowly slipping,
To the nothingness of my creation.
For I dared to glance,
At the fading shadows of the forbidden,
Promising tenderness it does no have.

You were knit but could not adorn
my arm or be borne on his back.
No one hooked you on a hanger, no.
Miscarriage would hurt me more,
him more than our choice to hide you.
I came, he came
you cannot come.

and no I am not having a kid, or was going to….