Christal
First Posted: 03/01/07Posted by: J MaC
Your Magdalene days are long over Gone but not forgotten The sun sets but never the horizon Booked, back at you Enjoying Blue Catbird seat on earthy sand Sporting the grin Of a lucky man Bemused Absorbed Enthused The scripted lord A Mer son Starring in a despicable reptile fraud The flock and the frock How much of your soul for what? All that you've been through Won't seem like much When I catch up with you Hope you've got a magic wand The next time I'll be twirling my rage With an unforgiving hand There will be no prayer No questions No salvation Just malice and pure fear Expect yours Some Old, Some New Christal © 2007 Ahkenaton
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