Walking with the Ghost, holding hands with the Devil~~
Starring into the stars and seeing my evil heartbreak..
Ancient falicies propaganda of hate..Fairytales of
redemptive glory..Here there and everywhere with
no escaping your fate..with all the gold in the
minds-eye a sweet bribe an ill-fitted lie..
I so can't wait to join you on the otherside..
When you see through all the mysteries smoke and
mirrors the driving force, he who has the gold makes
all the rules, the cult of omnipotentcy a supreme potentate
Most times always seems to fascinate..and definatly cracks the ice..
The delinquency of society as long as en masse is
fattened it can easily swallow lies, you will
all see someday bleeding from barbed-wire kisses--
That Hell looks a little nicer and Heaven a little
more stranger, That fiction of affliction oh how you
love your guilt..Painted into a corner..
Sunrise over a new day sun..Red as the blood..
wine in the cup..a sweet taste from a bitter draft..
So the story goes..
By Rick Weber
August 20, 2012
copywritten
"Walking with The Ghost"
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