The sun shines new, the moons grow brighter My soul illumined, my shoulders, lighter. Inherited compost...we've fed to the flowers. With three family curses, tick tock...the hours. As time whiles away, the skies appear clear. Without their stink, their greed, their airy fear. Three ugly sisters from outside to in. Covered in spew and rotten like sin. Giggle and shrug... only skin deep. Their hearts never know or feel a weep. Blackness they brought an evil too dark They swarmed like wasps, like a tree to bark. We dug it in good, at one with the earth... for here in this life they were nothing of worth. Of value and charm and sparkly stars... be my babies, my lover of the moons and Mars. The joy and abundance of blessings they bring they erase the evil sisters of sin. But why not St. Peter , please let us in....? No Evil does dwell behind gates. Dont enter herein. We'll wave our hands from our pillowy clouds as you vanish among your familiar crowds. We'll remember in all of life that you lacked We'll turn our heads....no need to look back. Not for a moment... regrets now have died. God will know the ones that have lied. Protected by the light, the dreams and visions. They drown out the evil sisters emissions. Take all those things... that's all you got. Lonely you'll be, I'll watch as you rot. The misery you made your bed now lay in. You drown in a pool of your vanity and sin. Washed away, renewed with a gleem I feel now my youth, and fantasies from within. A new book, a new cover with pages blank About new beginnings my pen will crank. No credits to you, not even the last page With all your souls own you'll darken with age. We move on two paths , one heavenous one hell. Only God and I know in which one you shall dwell. |