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The Ghost Speaks by krystophyr(m): 8:08pm On Aug 16, 2013
[Word help:
Booze - alcohol, hot, ogogoro, oti, "33". wink
Psychedelic- having to do with art (singing, writing, drawing, etc.) by someone high on alcohol, dope, cocaine, or any psychoactive substance. shocked
Teetotaller - someone who doesn't drink alcohol.
Viperoid - like a viper
Delightsome - sweet, lovely, makes one happy.]


Okay, enough of the grammar angry . Here we go!

INTRO...

Roll the booze out into the streets grin
The writer is awake now
And unlike some of his psychedelic colleagues
This one is a complete teetotaller angry

MAIN...
Darkness creeps in on the globe
As viperoid children dance out
Spraying “goodness” all over the place grin
But thanks, I’ll pass
I don’t need your charitable donation
A lovely venomous gift
Perfect poison for the pure soul
Birthing the gentle worm of darkness
The adorable monster that men are addicted to
The weakness in the souls of men cry
The silent dark shadow following them
Even in broadest sunlight
Despite their sparkling wears and smiles
The soft white delightsome maggot
Laughing sweetly with them angry
With sparkling teeth like a sharp saw
Eating away at the soul of the host
Soon that man is seen for the rot that he really is undecided

You wriggle your seductive hips in my face cheesy
But I want none of what you are selling
I have lost appetite for that forbidden fruit
Let me write and live and sleep in peace tongue
What more can you want from me
After all, I have made my bedroom
Six feet below the ground level angry
At perfect unison with earth and bones
Will you rock or turn on my knocked-out senses
Or can you corrupt a dead man tongue

Heck! I am not praying for the day to dawn
I am not hoping for an escape from the dark
My light may not be more than 12volts’ worth undecided
But in the darkest of periods it will shine smiley
Despite the corruptions of souls and institutions
Because I am like a ghost among the living cool

OUTRO...
Though the grave burns
The ghost still R.I.P.s cool cool

Thank you.

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