The Glad Sower

you might have heard of my brother? the flip side of the coin he's the misery that comes after years of misspent joy he comes with a black cloak and a sickle... i come wearing vibrant colors and bring tantalizing toys he wears a frown i wear a smile...because the seeds of sin must be planted your view of the world must be sideways and slanted you need clarity?...i bring a sea of static like a game show host...fake,artificial,and plastic you live in a mansion...i live in your attic sending evil thoughts on fearful frequencies like a subliminal criminal i'm invading everything thoughts and dreams get covered and camoflauged you think it's your idea...i'm your mad mind mirage need a masage? need one million hands of hate to seal up your fate? you quake and quiver as reality sets in and comes to dinner...too late sinner my brothers knocking on your door and you're the next winner soul sold... time to send you to your owner shake hands with the grim reaper as your days of darkness get longer... remember my name...the glad sower anthony_beesley@yahoo.com