Hell will tell
if you still ring the gospel bell
and abuse the little ones with ****** tale.

Hell will tell
whose miracles are magical spell
disguised in communion smell.

Hell will tell
the hidden stories in your secret cell
and how your lies made her tummy swell.

Hell will tell
and
heaven might be a lonely paradise.

© Artitude

when the eyes of inspiration
wake to the reality of dreams;
and words find voice behind the mic.
I hope you realize your dreams
long before the dry dawn.

when voices travel with the wind
across the mountain of doubt;
and the hungry kids are fed
with food for thought.
I hope your name lives in the sun
long after you're gone.

I hope they remember your voice
and sing to the children unborn.

I hope your name don't burn
along the old books on the shelf.

I HOPE YOUR WORDS IS THE VOICE THEY LISTEN•••

©Artitude