Hang On... I'M Coming!
Hang on... I'm coming,
but by the time i get there
we'll already be dead
can't you smell gasoline nightmares
and taste betrayal?
But when i get there,
you better believe the life
i hold will be given to one
and admired by all
Hang on...I'm coming
thanks to tele-speed,
thoughts arrive before
consideration, and you'll
be lucky if the eulogy
is read with salt-water
The pastor doesn't want to say,
but religion is wine only
good by earlier years
The newer the bitter
In my coffin I will lay
surrounded by lace
and earth,
Hang on...I'm coming!
so check the living and cross
them off with a dry pen
ink doesn't exist
sins can just as easily be erased
Hang on...Jesus is talkin'
say what? Oh! we're
all gonna get it now!
He's disappointed,
in the faithful few
he never believed in
but still talks to
Hang on... My life
is ending right now
Thank you!... cancer,
for eating my soul
and skimming scraps
for the imps you admire
chemotherapy might help, but
I think... I ...
would like... to Hang on
or Hang up
Copyright © Shane Solomon | Year Posted 2010
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