Horns Or Halos?
horns or halos? only God knows...see with Gods eyes or you just won't know
anyway the wild wind blows
from the east to the west from the north to the south...unclean spirits spewing out of mad
mouths...world turns into a giant trash route
garbage called gold...selling their souls for the silver and the gold...hearts turn cold
like an iceburg tower...million fingers on their triggers all try to claim the power...gettin
devoured
like flies stuck in the spiders webs...till death do us part as the black widows wed
rings of rage get rusted to the bone
who wears the horns and who wears the halos?
only God knows
spreading black wings from silver streams...babies in their baskets...they whisper in their
dreams
plans of life and plots of death...some grow to be heros some grow to be hexed
some too young to be savagely sexed
growing up with a vengeance of rage and revenge
synged and scarred in the slow soul burn
who wears the horns and who wears the halos?
only God knows
Copyright © Anthony Beesley | Year Posted 2010
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