• "Grasping the clay between my sweaty palms,
    I gently caress the soul-giving earth.
    I give it warmth with my touch,
    I give it life with my breath,
    I harden it in fire,
    I display for all to see."

    The Molding, April 13, 2008.

    "What one believes
    and what one sees
    are two different things.
    Yet seeing is believing,
    therefore believing is seeing.
    Why is it that you only believe
    when you see?"

    True Sight, June 5, 2008.

    "Man is a fickle creature.
    He lusts for power.
    He lives for gain.
    He looks for trouble.
    He fights for money.
    He destroys for religion.

    He prays for salvation."

    These are Bible Times, September 23, 2008.

    "Though I can be seen by men
    the eye doesn't observe me.
    I lay buried underneath
    the structure of laws and
    the rubble of supplication.
    You may not ever find me,
    but you can always try."

    Court Case, November 1, 2008.

    "The light from above
    holds no meaning to me.
    Rather, it is the light around me
    that gives me solace."

    Eminate, November 28, 2008.

    "Twas dusk in covers bundled up so tight,
    when heaven's booklet let mine eyes behold,
    the words of Ares bathed in clearest light,
    Oh, how does one low peasant stand the cold?
    Altruistic though it seems to show,
    the harpy down inside its tale belies.
    While bathing 'neath its opalescent glow,
    the true intent my iron helm denies.

    So sad, but true, a raven's wings did shine,
    as wintry winds rushed fast across the wood,
    'tis time for what should rightfully be thine,
    What's said, not done, has dictated, the good.
    In mine own turn I crash upon your rule,
    Your policies are only bait for fools."

    Raven's Call, January 3, 2009.

    "A brief respite form mortal affairs,
    the clock ticks loud but no one hears,
    the power to save is locked in stone,
    will this travesty be undone?

    Nyx's fog across the land
    ideals dead and words unspoken
    opponents of the iron hand
    brushed and battered, will be broken

    lay me in my eerie crypt,
    the blood of Styx upon the stone,
    the flesh of flesh is rended, ripped
    and those who live but fear alone."

    Propaganda, February 21, 2008.