Faith

::A poem:: A copper shield A traffic of letters A bun in my mouth Drinkin' out ma h'art Gosh I should have seen tis coming I should have stared twice befor' closin tis pot What more in a cold evenin? What more can hap'n when I traits of tis blood in me? Who says there's no life in the after life? I want it now And I want it slow-ly Slowly I mean slow-ly I take in my blows A pen of valor dangling on my fingers When hope knocks at my door victoriously Hey Mister are yu still sleepin?