Poetry is what surrounds you, the air you breath, the the golden sunset you see, the chirping birds you hear, yet the wind that blows off your clothes such that we see your naked mind.
It’s crazy how crazy, people think I am Crazy that I don’t know How to love How to care How to have empathy How to be remorse...
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
CALL FROM HELL
Imagine a call from hell One filling you with such a cruel spell Telling you to slay your dear wife To defile your innocent daughter To behead your humble neighbour.
Imagine a call from hell
Satan himself on the other side of the line
Whispering to you that witchcraft is just fine
His sweet voice caressing your soul
Cunningly filling hate into your dining bowl.
Imagine a call from hell
Lucifer soothingly promising you heaven
Be corrupt, unto you wealth will be given
Pleading with you not to hung up
As he pours wickedness into your cup.
Imagine a call from hell
Ringing with such a romantic flow
That your heart leaps and your eyes glow
Your fingers vibrate yearning to pick the receiver
Ready to hear from the death giver.
Be wary my soul brothers and sisters
Be very afraid of the next call on your soul-phone
Well. Well. Dear simon. 'Call from hell'. An Awakening one, alerting not to go wrong route. An eternal lyric. A simply great Profile and fascinatingly reflecting template. Thanking You for sharing and with Best Wishes.
Well. Well. Dear simon. 'Call from hell'. An Awakening one, alerting not to go wrong route. An eternal lyric. A simply great Profile and fascinatingly reflecting template. Thanking You for sharing and with Best Wishes.
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