Hell Beating Night

From the far distance blue and red lights flashed Hearing the news my heart full of surly disease A lumpish venomed puking stir in me dashed The soft quiet cries in the night never cease Seeing your mangled beaten face gave me a fright This ill-breeding son of gun has a death-token Even in my nightmares made me not want him in my sight Heartless cold blooded beast cannot be woken My dismal-dreaming brain thinks you want his baggage You and him are not meant to be married Because of the devil our hearts are full of luggage His leftover baggage is none that needs carried After the villainous rude-growing hugger-mugger Sins and lies are still my life tugger