Pop Sonnet #4410

When the energy enters the corruption
The evil forces that conspire
Do my best from my instruction
And live like there is a wire

That pushes me to the brink
And fills me with fear and rage
Not sure why the losers think
That I never planned this at my age

So the Lord will take on vengeance
Against the victimizer's lot
And with assurance of business
They will be the ones forgot

By the world so close to an end
Let us not go play pretend

Pop Sonnet #4411

And if insanity is the cause
The advantage of the cursed tank
That breeds when the feeling of laws
Are broken over the lack of thanks

That stream from my mind in a rush
And worry me that I am under a spell
With the idiots to flush
That will all burn in hell

Because remorse is fit to plague
My empty head that is so abused
The only cure for a new keg
Is the quarter cruised

And I am not sure how to stop
When everything paralyzed the drop

Pop Sonnet #4412

I am so sad and very scared
About the problematic dreams
The lesson could now be compared
With anything that seems

To throw me off and cause my pain
I am powerless to defeat
The early morning growing disdain
For what I have to treat

To whatever my enemies want I guess
Because there is no way to prevent
The next time I get out of this mess
God will ordain a peaceful rent

That shouldered qualities so grand
When I am alone so planned

Pop Sonnet #4413

And if I am just kept in a lockdown
Then it might be worse
Looking forward to the heaven's town
That finishes the verse

Before my captors know they win
And I cannot escape
The ugly truth of purposeful sin
That feels like there is tape

That I can never cross again
And if the permanent mark
Ask me if I appreciate in
A violation in the dark

And I wish I had someone to protect me
Because right now it is hard to see

Pop Sonnet #4414

And there is a game that I want out of
Why I have to endure paranoia
That could come true from above
And dwell in all banned annoying

That never seems to be clear cut
Except what may have hurt
And I never got free from rut
They treat me like I am dirt

And force me into compromise
Before I can relax
And live a life of reprise
That illustrates the facts

And demons rear their ugly head
This is why I live like what is said

Pop Sonnet #4415

I cannot help but think about
The awful things that happen
To me and others without
Any time we are napping

To delight in God's mercy seat
And offer him the delegate
To be sent by preachers lent
The mind suffers from hate

And if I cannot drive this bus
There are points to clear
And I escape nowhere trust
To be offered by the rear

That horror of a disaster may
Skip around at look to a ray

Pop Sonnet #4416

Of light that can now awaken
The cut in stone the evil dream
That last night was just making
To make me want to scream

And again I have no way out
Because of the trap so cheap
That even when I am about
To ask God just to reap

The process is far from my rescue
So hurry up and keep me safe
Because the questioned residue
Will feel like I have a chafe

And there is nothing to control
Except whether or not I have pull

Pop Sonnet #4417

Oddly enough it may not be real
But it begins to hurt my total being
And there are opportunities to heal
And then one day I will sing

And what I would do for pain to end
Except the worse you can think
Because I really lost my friends
And will wind up on the drink

When there is a dream so vivid instruction
That made me enter numbness
The worst of my fears lead to my destruction
And I remain hidden in dumbness

When you will stop my enemies Lord
Do I need to leave the scored

Pop Sonnet #4418

That was a nasty bit of conscious
And to see it all go on
Without the graces of the launches
The pain will come at dawn

When I am not sure which way is up
And never felt so vulnerable
This absolute panic will erupt
And then I will hide the babble

Of a strength I wish I had
To confront my recurring nightmare
That steals from be with very bad
Things that start to stare

And if I was mistaken there is no way to know
I wish my enemies would just go

Pop Sonnet #4419

Somewhere else permanently too
And there is a problem with me
Learning just to isolate through
What is lost into those that disagree

I have no protection no empathy
And everyone accuses
That the problem here is me
But what about the bruises

That appear all over instead
Of the fantasy world of saviors
That push as far as I was lead
To the victimizer's favor

And if it turns out to be in my head
That barely eliminates my current dread