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| As alike as two in a pod Plastic people in part-time poses, Puerile prevarications aplenty, Pour from penurious lips, Persistently oozing, Pustulously, From powdered painted sores. Pursuing pathetically, The pasts painted prizes. While present persists, In pretense of power. Proclaiming peace, In a plethora of platitudes. Presenting pallid posies, To pouting pale paramours passion. Pro Pace perhaps, Whilst proceeding from pall, to pyre. Performing pirhouettes with perfect partners, In praise of popular preconceptions. The pre-pubescent, Offering pleas of pleasure, The ploy of the pout, The promise of passion, Playing the part. Neither potent nor profound. No pause to peruse, To perceive the pure, To project the potential, To prolong the play. Merely plagiarising prime-movers, The pose, The patter, The pout, The performance. Part perfect, played pat, Pinned out for perusal by peers. Pre-destined. Pre-arranged. Pre-fabricated. |
| No-One I opened my door and no-one came, Opened my heart and no-one shared. I opened my mouth and no-one listened, So I lived my life like no-one cared. |
| Let Us Prey! Our Father, Who aren't in Heaven. Hollow be thy name. Thy Kingdom gone, Thy won't be done, On Earth As it isn't Heaven. Give us this day our daily dread And condemn our trespasses, As we condemn those who trespass against us. Lead us into temptation And deliver us unto evil. For this is our Kingdom, The puerile, The garish, For evil and ever. Oh man! |
| Tears to your eye The bitter smoke of lonely rooms, Harsh Sun in a daylight sky, The relentless sting of lifes sharp wind, All bring a tear to your eye. These are tears you can wipe away, It's only people that make you cry! |
| The Way It Is Father, Mother, Sister, Brother, Husband, Wife, Family life. Loving, Breath, Leaving, Death, Drugs, Drink, Corpse stink. |
| The Lauds Prayer. When I cannot cope, I seek the Kingdom, I need the power, To feel the glory, To seek forever, I find nothing. (Sharp intake of breath) Taking tentative steps, Walking precariously, Along those thin white lines, On the mirror. Seal your fate. Poison, Psychotic poison, In my lungs. White line fever, In my head. My Head? Amphetamine euphoria, Veins sing your praises. My body burns, My body yearns. Dehydration. Mouth dry. Body wet with sweat. Tossing and turning. No sleep. My head spinning, My flesh creeps. I am but mortal, And mortals can only die. Forgive me my trespasses, But who trespasses against me? And whose is the Kingdom, The Power, The Glory.. Forever and ever, And ever and ever, And ever and ever, And ever and ever........................ |
| Time enough for love There's barely time enough for love, More time enough for hate. There's time enough to run and hide, Not World enough and ever too late. Both time and love will run from me, If I don't find time to hide from hate. Would you also run and hide, When even the beginning is too late |
| Them They see not though their eyes are open, Their ears detect no sound. Their lipless mouths will no word mention, Though their voice is all around. |