Fire and brimstones,
smokes and things
Word for things I do not
see
Devil and demons,
angels, horns and wings
Live how I want to,
their cup of tea
Lay the base, the cement
on which the block lays
Microphone in the
distance calling for home
Echoed by a fair voice
from a dome of clay
Typhoon and tsunami, sea
filled with foam
it took Hallelujah to bring the wall down
how many will it take to bring the God down
nightry look at it, the
gates of our existence
fecund, veiled darkly by a
triangular cloth
Mistress and mystics,
thieves and pastors
Money for things I do
not feel
Ages to ages, honey, oil and
castors
Pray to who you want to
, kill when you feel
Feel my face, as sweat
rolls down from it
The load on my head, the
print on my skull
Tell your story tell another,let another learn from it
The toad in the water,
underneath the tree so tall
only snails in the
barrel blind to each other
We only climb up just to
fall and crack some shell
Say it with me the world
is a crazy place
But be careful who you
tell.
by Victor Samuel
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