Separate (Remove filter)
Nazi
It’s Raining Styx And Stones.
I Wanna Pick My Bones
Out Of, Out Of My Skin
And Walk Around With Him.
It’s Raining Bricks And Lightning.
Pray Away for A Life Less Frightening
And Bet On, Bet On My Sins
Then Walk Around With Him
‘Cuz In The Future We All Pretend.
Eyes Ahead, The Past Is Dim.
‘Cuz In The Future We All Pretend.
In The Future We All Pretend.
In The Future We All Pretend.
...
Sunday 26th May 2019 3:23 am
The Fire and the Rose
The Fire and the Rose
If death greets us singly, one-by-one, alone
And asks why we should not be taken back,
The brave will say (or else the wiser grown)
That little terror lies along that track;
Since each knows well he lives in separate rooms
Though sometimes letting others stay awhile,
But still the doorway closes as a tomb
Excludes affliction, slights the sinner's ...
Thursday 26th October 2017 1:05 pm
Recent Comments
Larisa Rzhepishevska on I Know Those Who Hate The War
4 hours ago
Russell Jacklin on Death of Fanny Adams
6 hours ago
LEON STOLGARD on An act of kindness leads to a divine reward
13 hours ago
LEON STOLGARD on Le Chat noir
13 hours ago
raypool on Death of Fanny Adams
15 hours ago
raypool on celestial school of verse
15 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on An act of kindness leads to a divine reward
16 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on June 2025
16 hours ago
Tom Doolan on Here Today Gone Tomorrow
18 hours ago
Red Brick Keshner on celestial school of verse
23 hours ago