Between the tick and the tock he meditated nonstop till he watched the clock completely stop and the matrix fell apart...

Heavy is the Crown but he walks around with enough know how to soar above the clouds, wow, how you like me now.

Then with metal, magic, poems and an amulet in the shape of a skull and cross bones, I can turn the unbeliever into stone,
Welcome to the Terror Dome.

I abuse my muse,
Chewed, *******, battered and bruised,
Her expression confused, no clue how, she spews hot milky goo-cream stew from the tactics I use.

Lips slightly apart,
senses become sharp,
my eyes go dark
before I kiss you
with  all the energy in my heart.
The equation of a sum
or as hot as the surface of the sun
when our souls become one.

"Bombshell Jezebel,
If drowning in wine is all you do well,
Then Mr. Ha(hey)-zues flips water into Zinfandel."

I howl at the moon,
The stories are true,
I will come for you.