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We're all in Trouble,
All in Trouble,
When The Lord Returns We're All In Trouble,
We follow devils,
And worship Idols,
My library alone has 13 Bibles!,
13 Bibles...!,
13 Bibles...!,
My library at home holds 13 Bibles!,
Confusing virgins, {versions},
Men put their words in,
Ask Jesus Christ why's human life so worthless,
I search for purpose,
But follow devils,
That worship Idols,
My library at home holds 13 Bibles!,
It's scurry hurry,
This funny running,
And nobody can get enough of money,
It's disgusting,
How we follow devils,
And worship Idols,
My Library at home holds 13 Bibles!,
13 Bibles,
12 disciples,
What cursed Lord would fill his words with Riddles?,
The truth is simple,
We follow devils,
That worship Idols,
My library alone has 13 Bibles!,
From everything I read we're all in trouble,
Its easy to see,
We're all in trouble,
Yeah...,It's plain to me,
We're all in trouble,
Ye..., Apparently we're all in trouble,
Whatever you believe we're all in trouble,
Alien or not,
Maybe pagan ancient gods,
No matter what they want,
We're all in trouble...,
All in Trouble...,
If Anyone Returns...,
We're all in Trouble...,

I was mending a hull 'neath the crying gull
when the call came down the line
my dad had gone.. his time had come
and a world of hurt was mine

left my girl to anger swirl
told her "needed space"
but I was dust.. not even lust
could the hurtin' I replace

time dragged on when I was gone
my love I failed to warn her
about the rendezvous I shared with you
in a pub.. on poet's corner

"I'm the ghost of every girl you've loved"
your spectre said to me
I'll haunt your mind.. till you go blind
and then I'll let you be

and the bird that nested in the eve
fed its young in Byron's sleeve
in the pub
on poet's corner

hence every night my daily fight
is a scramble to emerge
strong and well from the bowels of hell
where the dark and madness merge

where music from the walls
is bled
by DJ spectres
and souls undead

and the bird that nested in the eve
told me that I'd never leave
the pub
on poet's corner

My life dead my wife dead,
How can I find life when everything's dead Inside outside,
Why take my life why do you think I get into strife I am the underword, I'm am immortal, how you say you know me,
I'm not alive you are, I don't know why you believe in life we are all dead, well I have read, so are we alive or we dead? These are the voices the haunt my head, I once was happy, now I want to die, how come no one else was insane, I say this as a gift I'll soon be dead, I have had enough of life it's scrarred my head, I want you to know and learn I'm not doing it to hurt I have learnt death is better then life, I have been there many of times, one day we will see and I'll come back and tell thee, what life use to be, a matrix of lies

Get out of my face!
Before i pull this trigger,
On someone lousy fate,
Saw you sleeping with my brother!

Damm if i let you live,
Poison words that i believe,
You're not getting another chance,
Screwing another man's life around!

b*tch you came on to me,
Made a fool out of me with your sobbing tale,
And then i saw you sneak out,
Who the Hell did you go out to meet?

Should've known when you said your name was Ivy,
And that you are a healing witch,
Caught you humping cowgirl on your doctor!
And now you're calling me a monster!

Though it is too late we must carry on though we break the night still will come the dawn.

I thought I was a good poet
but then again not.
I tried my best to connect
but had a proficiently in failing
more than want.

So here I am slumming in
the street of New Orleans.
Maybe you have met me.
Maybe not.
No worry, I treasure yesterdays
more than your want.

Michael Dukakis
The Hindenburg
AIDS
George Bush and his son
Satan
Barack Obama
Walmart workers
Drug ads on TV
Illegal Aliens
Minimum Wage
Bullies at School
Bullies at the work place
Bullies in families
Sadat, Gandhi, Malcolm X, Martin Luther King Jr., John Kennedy
Assassinated
Drunk Drivers
Driving while texting
Overtime
Suicide
Acid Rain
Clubbing a baby seal

your giant ships
sailed out the tide
to block my village
far and wide

to plunder food
from famine soil
to thieve our hope
with our own toil

forced to leave
our barren lands
we dug the streets
with broken hands

we built your roads
we built your towns
our songs flowed through
the undergrounds

the ghost of drink
lent on our minds
to block the pain
the lost man finds

we dreamt of fields
from bench and park
we sung our tunes
against the dark

though better years
have come to pass
I married proud
an english lass

and though her smile
is like a rose
I know the earth
from which it grows

when the mason's scratch
fades to stone
I'll live their dreams
in flesh and bone

every wave
hits every quay
I am them
and they are me

Little is noticed and even less remembered.

"Baa...baa..."
Black Sheep,
No-one Hears you,
Ugly black wool,
No-one Shears you,
Lost in Darkness,
No-one Sees you,
Lonely Black Sheep,
No-one Needs you...