Sins Of which there are Seven Black gates That lock you out of Heaven Which shade Of Darkness will you Pick What Diease of the Soul Which type of Sick We are Human Sin is in our NatureThey are wordsIn our Nomenclature The only choice That we have to Visit Is which type of Sin Will give you their Ticket.
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A Blooming Rose
A blooming rose Sits on my windowsill Watering can in hand I feed it well It opens to me A beautiful red A damning colour Beauty can be bad A watereed rose A drowned wife Such an event Enraged me so That when I next saw A blooming rose Waiting on my sill I leftContinue reading “A Blooming Rose”
Grey
The forces of evil and malcontent were working against me, And it brought down the most thunderous of clouds upon my spirit. It made me want to cry, And yet, do nothing of the sort. In the end I simply sat at my grey window, In my grey room, Looking up at the grey sky. Continue reading “Grey”
Boogeyman
Look out, look out For the boogeyman’s about Eating children Robbing graves Stalking nightmares Hiding in caves We don’t know where he came from We don’t know where he’ll go But if he arrives in your town You very soon will know So if your kids go missing And there’s mischief all about You mayContinue reading “Boogeyman”
Let’s go to heaven
Let’s go to heaven And dance amongst the stars We can pirouette on Saturn Or dance a tango on Mars We fox-trotted on Pluto Under the cool, distant Sun Ice under our feet A path through Kuiper to run
