The Lampshade Writer

This is a testament to man's unchecked greed and hate in the midst of war. As bombs rain from the sky, leaving only destruction in their wake, they don't ask why? As soldiers fight without a care. Booms and blasts fill the air. Buildings, homes and lives destroyed, and families left forever void. Amid the deafening sound of the bombs at war, children cry and mothers weep. As the war rages on, the bombs never sleep. What purpose do these weapons serve? But to destroy all that we preserve. Peace seems dim in the midst of war, and the bombs only leave deadly scars. Yet, in this darkness, there is hope, for those who seek to bring an end to this plight, took to the streets, and lamented overnight,

  Final Plague #1 - TLSW On boats they came, those plagues untamed, With their hand-written cloth, a silent plea that begs. Lured by olive greens, they called to the land, Through troubled waters, their futures unplanned. Every wave a secret, every gust a cry, In the arms of new shores, their tale would fly. But beware, dear souls, of the curses they bring, For on those ships, a heavy burden clings. So listen to the whispers of the haunted sea, And tread lightly where plagues roam free. In the twist of fate, among olive trees, The story of boats and plagues is foreseen.