The Blood Moon

• The Sacrifice of Diversity

We fight over over spilled milk… We argue over who owns the honey… But the bees are so carefree it’s Harmony… Homing… Humming… Worry me now I’ve been shaken before, Weary me early before I’m taken advantage.

The Boy Who Cried Wolf

• The enemy wanting equality

Only the one who knows what’s in the palm of your hand desires an extra hand… if only they knew they were already invited, welcome with hugs and smiles… Their dressed all the same speaking in tongue but only from a taste of their fruit you find out what’s preservative.

Natures Observatory

• Chosen People and their connection to the Divine

Never was about being first rather a proper decree of who was found… We fight because you would rather be without than succeed with how… and now we both are left with just a mound. We sit and wait with Faith for the light but we wouldn’t carry a shovel if we once found treasure…

God’s Perseverance