JamieHoltSherfy

Your words define you, choose them carefully. Your art defines you, rip it out of your soul!

Little Lord Burn Sucked on his thumb, Much to the ire of his mother He slept in a ball, And cried when he fell, Knowing he'd be sad forever. And when his was dying, An old evil came dressed in a crimson shadow. Old Lord Burn Took a dark turn, His heart now black and shallow. Now he and old evil Forever in spring, Dance laughing in the crimson shadow. His paradise dark, He book marks the years, For when he and his angel do battle.

I am a conservative, a Christian and a parent. I want my children to love me enough to trust me. I want them to be okay with disagreeing with me and knowing that I will always love them more then my way of life or my opinion. I want them to be intellectually capable of thinking for themselves. And, I want a country, a home, where it's legal for them to do so. America is turning into a place where you have to watch what you say. America is no longer a safe place to raise intellectually strong and opinionated people. Time for change.