mettlelark

Look at my hands. Don't glance, but look. These hands tell far greater a tale than any book, just look. The cuts, calluses, and stains are proof of my pains, And the holes for a figurative nail, my grief, explains. Figurative, but still somehow litteral. For my woes can be biblical. For my woes are the worst I have felt, and have made me cynical. My unforgivable sins. They haunt me, those misdeeds. My creed is to you God, and in this world of wants and needs I need you. I need forgiveness, for I have sinned and I know I shall sin. I will sin again, As the storm follows the wind so too does my weakness lead my sin. Sin loves me God. And help m

Black or White. Male or Female. Whole or Broken. Rich or Poor. My favorite color used to be grey. White was too plain, And black too empty. But grey was peaceful. All my friends were boys Until one day, they said "You can't play with us, Because you're a girl." Happy or Sad. Sweet or Bitter. Foolish or Wise. Healthy or Sick. What if I'm neither? What if I ache inside Of no wound or sickness. What if I'm me?

Look at my hands. Don't glance, but look. These hands tell far greater a tale than any book, just look. The cuts, calluses, and stains are proof of my pains, And the holes for a figurative nail, my grief, explains. Figurative, but still somehow litteral. For my woes can be biblical. For my woes are the worst I have felt, and have made me cynical. My unforgivable sins. They haunt me, those misdeeds. My creed is to you God, and in this world of wants and needs I need you. I need forgiveness, for I have sinned and I know I shall sin. I will sin again, As the storm follows the wind so too does my weakness lead my sin. Sin loves me God. And help m

Prologue Moscow, Russia 5 days after X-Day That day was brisk and cold. Snow fell from the dark and cloudy sky above Moscow. Large mounds of snow stood along the sidewalks near the eerily empty Red Square. The Kremlin stood tall above the once proud and majestic capital of Russia. Down below destruction prevailed. Many buildings were on fire and the streets were littered with debris and wrecked cars. Civilians were running hastily in search for safe hiding spots. The few who stayed uncovered were dragging the wounded soldiers, who attempted to stand and defend the city, off the streets. Some of the troops were still alive, but many others