No man here,
gets out a live
The devil may be
your only bride
Look that lady
Its in her eyes
As she whispers
Little lies
And you remember
And you realize
They dont come around
Here no more
They follow promises
before the door
The crime boss not found
now thats frightening
They don’t come around
for those enlightening
in town over yonder
A new mother gave birth
heroes came home
they’re left to ponder
if the toil was
worth its labor
when the yield is
enough to savor
“this place needs
a vengeful god
for salvation
of his tots”
Replicating Revelation
Dissolving boundaries
of good notion
“Thunder Wait
for the dove!
to hover close
not far above”
middle Altitude of creation
the hurried songs of annotation.
Look thy lady
its in her eyes
As she whispers
little lies
And remember ,and realize
neither of this gets out alive.
