Gnome
Gnome on my lawn, I see you're creeping on my home.
Where you belong, it's the ocean deep.
Leagues under the sea, you'll leave me alone.
At last, I'll have my peace, and be able to sleep.
I know you're real and that my dreams beckon you.
Roaming free, your buddies follow three whore puppets.
Pulling strings, the sound they make is like the death of a baby losing breath.
Tennis racket in hand, knife in the other, I'm here to bid you ado.
The grass is cool beneath my feet, soothing the fearful heat of angry trees.
There eyes look over you like a son and I'm the monster about the prey upon...
You, on my lawn, feel my mind aching to be free.
In a sack, I've thrown your body now.
Empty eyes will never greet me again from my journeys home.
So, this is how it feels to be free from the cold spirit of your kind.
Following the strings, I'm going after them.
Your buddies are going to die just like you, gnome without a soul.
Gnome johns of the whore puppet brothel panting from long lifeless love, I will
suffocate you.
Entities from the demonic hole in my soul, prepare to splinter inside.
Choke in a garbage bag, black and divine.
Heaven's going to dump your evil somber songs and destroy you for all...
'Time to drown out my sorrows in the deep calming below...
Ocean, so soothing and crushing, send these angry little gnomes back into the
night.
Never will I lose a wink because you're out of my mind and my life will set me free.
Copyright © Michael Guerra | Year Posted 2006
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