immortaldrkness7

Tonight I shall strike up my pen and a concerto shall be born Some say the pen is mightier than sword, Well brothers and sisters, This pen is a weapon of mass destruction. The scratching of this uniball across the tripes of an unsung flag shall mark the rhythm, The rhythm of words Words of a song that shall so be sung on this day for years to come For tonight I strike up my pen With a stroke of my baton I create melodies from silence, beats from darkness, rythems and rhymes  sights and sounds I I create hope for those still lost, Lost on the streets, lost in their minds, lost in their souls, hearts, fingers, toes Screaming to be f

Spreading the Seeds C.J. Pell Spread the seeds of truth my son Be sure to water them well A change in weather A drought of lies Stead fast less hate should swell Spread far the seeds of truth my sun May wind not blow you a stray Take up your tools Please use them well Let no man block your way Spread wide the seeds of truth my son Planting deep in fertile soil Your flowers shall grow Where none there would In change you see your toil