Over the joke known as coronavirusLet it be shown I chose Jehovah-jirehSo fire up the wires in the mire of the Father of LiesWhile high above, the other side in love with livesWith flying colors hovers oh He comes and flies

By(e) pen, I've tried my hand at poetry; only to see how boring it is to me. That is, unless I get a chance to destroy each and every piece while doing it as I please.

A fruitless year, take a fearless heartOne that blooms late will flourish in the dark