For the MONSTER BOY

Thought it would make his own s o u l

Cleaner

The monster boy ATE her soul

And tore her I  n  t  o

                           Pieces

There was a fire in her eyes









But then she met the MONSTER BOY









And that fire

D

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the orchids have withered
the heat is here
and much like the orchid '
i have too much to bare

my dear,
when you grow jealous
of the meadows you are not near
just remember;
every flower desires the sun
and the sun envies the moon.

I do not have a gay agenda
That consists of me stealing your faith
Crushing your god
And molesting you with my eyes
If you pass me in a crowded hall.

I do not have a gay agenda
That consists of me taking the minds
Of innocent children
And leading then into devil worship.

I do have a gay agenda
That consists of me (a girl)
Finding the perfect girl
To call my wife
And start a family with.

I do have a gay agenda
That consists of me letting love be fluid
Labels have no meaning
Or bounds
And letting religion roam free.

So with my simple gay agenda of love
Why are you so worried?
Are you afraid that my agenda will beat out yours?
After all love trumps all hate
In the end
One way or another.

My eyes alit with fire as I spoke
sensing it come up my throat
and dance to the tip of my tongue,
it quivered and wavered
seconds from bursting
but when I opened my mouth it lay

                still

Knowing it was not yet time,

and so it remains,

on the tip of my tongue.