so easy it is to grow the fur, child
how many times must you sell your soul before getting it right?
no longer an adolescent making new mistakes
for a fleeting glimpse of Heaven
where guardian angels fear to follow

racing towards that state of mind you've seen one time before
personal Anarchy’s about to shift into overdrive
but surely you’ve learned to handle the Speed by now

see the winged gargoyle escorts darkening the skies
salute them like SS soldiers
secret agent as they fly above...close beside you
fifteen miles behind enemy lines
definition of the word alone

the principles of rightiousness
stand ready to defend you
though make haste shifting into reverse
for soon comes Judgement Day

till then pay little heed
to the evil mirage growing on the horizon
no, nothing much to get worried about...

it's only the gates of Hell






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Revised © 2004, 2015
SS Death’s Head graphic courtesy of the Net

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12/14/2015

Posted on 12/14/2015
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