One night
God and the great satan
Were in the graveyard
Hoping
To
Switch
And trade souls
From the
Blessed
And from the ******
The blessed when to paradise
And
The ******
Where cast
Into the hell fire
Every Halloween.

When I see a
Clear dusk sky
In the evening
I like to imagine
That
We have more neighbors
In our solar system
And that we have more moon
Like that of a scifi or fantasy novel
Back to reality.

The face of the devil
Antimatter
Melts
All over the universe
Hoping to cause
Nuclear trouble
But instead his face melts aimlessly
What will mankind do.

One night outside of
Ottawa in a swamp
Every fullmoon
The ghost with the red
Balloon appears
That of a girl
Some say that the red
Balloon meant that she was a child
Or had child like innocence.

From be young the
Moon
There is a word made of geodes and crystals
And above the the sharp
Crystals float
Alien jelly fish
Maybe I am dreaming.

As my plane lands at
YOW
I find my home town
Air everything pink and purple
Just perfect pink
Just perfect purple
Ottawa has gone vaporwave

I take a cup of coffee
With sugar and cream
When I look
At my cup I realize there is night scenery
In it instead of coffee
Should I drink this art.

In the smoke stack
Of a nuclear power plant
God put a lovely
Pink rose
In full bloom
As i way of comforting manking
During the appoaclipse

In the desert
Of khazhstan
A shamaness
Calls up the great Dipper
To raise the dead ancestors
To bring down the monguls
But only ended up with a fire flower