I am the last spiritual Lycanthrope
He that is to the right of the Pale rider
I wield the red sword
My sacrifice and the sacrifice of others is justified in the promise of a millenia of peace may God grant me strength...for it begins..Apocalypse.

Pardon my prose
But..a rose is a rose?
Not today,  is it yellow or white?
Blood red, light blue, or dark hue?
It has thorns?
don't all precious things?
And the rose of which I speak ,
That rose,  by the way have you ever seen?
It is in a garden, with many other colors
It shares the sun and water with all
The other flowers
And which one stands out
To be perfect
They all be...

I wish you were
more
Like something I need
I wish you would change
Just for me
I wish you knew
What I need from you
What would you be
Without your filthy
Habits
How would you behave
If you were surrounded
With love and pride
I wish you'd change
To what I need
Whatcha doing
For me
Watcha doing for me
Oh I wish you knew
I wish you knew

I'd bow my weary head
To the angel that is dead
In our garden
The killer sits
On a metal chair
Where no one ever gets
To
His arm is as dead
As his empty head
His other hand points to.
Alerted I cried he must
Be the guy but no
Ones here to hear
As grey rises to his feet
I conceed defeat
And fall right out asleep
As I wake up I realize
I'm sitting in my easy chair .

Them thar hills
Them thar hills
I used to
Roam
As a child
Them thar hills
They were green and they were
Near
During my youth they were there
Them thar hills
Them thar hills are rolling high
Struggles deep
and wide
Them thar hills
In their shadow I kissed my bride
Years moved on by and by
By
Them thar hills
Broken ridge like a broken back
Too **** old to heal fast
Them thar hills looming high
To where God watches my
Life lived by
Them thar hills

A dour crowd has gathered
Around my homes hearth
Where once there was energy
and
exuberance
And youth
abound
Now they are as
four witches
In Macbethan gown
Death has touched
Some
And he has left ah
stench
The others
Squirm from the scent
It is like a dim torch
Being passed
A sorrowful story from this one
Another a divorce begun
Each trying to top the next
By God
Age is the poison
In their fruitful wine
Age the soul eater
A darkness
Devine

She doesn't mind the trailer
Or the brand he smokes
She thinks about the car she wants as she sits waiting
for the bus
She does her wash at her folks house and her pop doesn't understand
why his daughter stays with such a man

Here in Omaha
She dreams of a better life
In Omaha
She struggles to get by
Here
in Omaha

Another pay check he cashed and spent down at the casino he gambles with the rent
She may have to work some doubles to pay for this weeks food bill
When you're eating for two you do whatcha gotta do

In Omaha
She dreams of a better life
In Omaha
She struggles to get by
Here in Omaha

She told him he'll be a father
And he demands a test
To prove he's the daddy and show her unfaithfulness
She takes a small bundle
of her things
and goes away from him
to live out her dreams

In Omaha
Here in Omaha
In Omaha
Here in Omaha

A young man sees her in distress he asks if she needs help and she tells him yes

In Omaha