Small g s

Four dimes mighty richer.
Life pawned on the dueday.
Soul long gone. What’s left?
Just a signature on prenuptial with
Devil, in blue, red and green ink.
God divorced. Two-thirds settled on.
In finest soul droppings. Paid. Perchance,
Never met the right one. Taking time.
Falling in not, browsing only.   
No rush to buy. Celestial salesmen.
- Whose kingdom is wealthier?
Answer immediate. Missioners. Clever
Petticoats covering the cadavers below the neck.
Smiles, upon smiles, upon corps
Of smiles. God in masses! A mess.
Chanting advertisements. In Judah’s name.
Come all. The more the better. Helped ?
Help your neighbor. The practical part.
Lending salvation right and left.
Just say your prayer to the papa of all.
Souls tiptop. Well-to-do souls. Souls found.
Will they ever empathize others looking for their,
Poor, with no urge for mighty Camelot god, god of
small g’s… god of no servants… god of soulless. 


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It's good to be ignorant (if you know of what I'm talkin' about:) - who cares about Michael Caine and by the way who the hell is he?:)) I've found Your lyrics interesting and deep a bit for me.

Георгий Михайлович Яшин   01.08.2003 04:02     Заявить о нарушении
Thank you squire for the honor avenged. ;) And for your nice words I thank you as well. Actually the severest criticism is yet to come, I feel it. ;))) So, sheath your literary sword not. ;)))

Yours in arms,

Fern   02.08.2003 03:01   Заявить о нарушении
I always keep my fists ready and sword sharpened;) must defend the truth always. If anyone defies certainly:)

Георгий Михайлович Яшин   02.08.2003 23:00   Заявить о нарушении
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