I’m a scribbler who runs away
I pay my way with money I couldn’t have
Time is cheap but so is the breath
Stuff like this happens all the time,
Don’t be shy, drink a bit of wine and relax
There is no tax for a relax.
The raven flies high and takes me into the sky,
I dwell on the fidelity of thought
I wander around and seek for better God,
But my almighty Lord sends me a raven as a sign
Of good work.
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Anywhere I go,
I dream about home.
I dream about a house,
Layed upon the grounds,
For me and family,
I see the forest and the sea
I think of you and me.
No presence in the sky
Would make me walk on by,
A place I could stay in,
Forever resting and peaceful even in within.
Vagaries of men, and women alike
They all end up in a pocket of the pooer and the insecure,
I only blend with masses,
Such is the faith of those who bought schooling but not class.
If you want to burn in hell,
Buy yourself a gun, a machine gun.
With it you could spill all the blood,
Of innocent people and enjoy a rampage
No sage would allow.
Now there is no other expression of hate, anger an wrath,
As killing another men for sheer fun and ease to relief and relive the moment
Of giving death to innocent or not so innocent men.