a blog of sorts of my dealings with work video games tv and random s**t
-warning illitracy ahead-
poem
Roses of red, of yellow, and blue We hold these lies it’s all to true. Life to the fleeting, and death the strong These lies we hold we don’t hold for very long, The snake it cries its tears of crimson And the lies that bind are ones of omission. Will we see the end of it all? Lies making us all fall. Grace out of grasp Lies in your clasp. Your life in forfeit And your lies remain dormant. So come inside You lie by your side. It’s not the end… But remember: it’s only around the bend.