Jan 30, 2009

Short Poem

Original Temptation was delivered from Evil through the Eyes of Madness.
I stood remote and watched them pray for Egg-shaped Lungs of Salt.
And then two Thirds flew by an ease of mild-tempered Summer Swing
But the kids went to rock on…
To my personal Hall of Fame,
climbing Steam to lay Claim to their Frame of Stains,
Stairway down Subconsiousness, Pawn of Maliciousness
bear me Witness - oh this Prowess! - I dare you Fucker Druglord!
I’ll stitch you Needles and Poison down your Vein!
None will trace thy Reign, Fucker,
and nothing is to soothe the Pain!

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