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Liars Go To Hell

“liars go to hell.”

i know that the

devil keeps score

“liars go to hell.”

but tally it all up

and let’s do more

“liars go to hell.”

but i’m already

rotten to my core

“liars go to hell.”

and that’s what

i’m hoping for.

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Ponderings and Preludes III

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ON INFATUATION

My cheeks are pink-flushed

Madly you make me blush

My pulse races horribly fast

But you make my heart stop.

~*~

ON BRAVERY

Dragons and cackling witches

In a magical playing field

The poor damsel in the story

But the golden sword she wields.

~*~

ON LIFE AND DEATH

Living might be my wed wife

But Death, she’s my mistress

For when I finally tire of Life

Death’ll relieve me of all its stress.

~*~

ON BEING SPOILED

You used to be like cold milk

Simply sweet and pure white silk

But they left you out too long then

And now you’re spoiled rotten.

~*~

ON BUBBLES

I glimmer with sheer iridescence

Floating softly without defence

But alas, this quaint beauty is fragile

Once I pop, gone forever is my smile.

~*~

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Rotten Hearsay and Dinner

(Based on recent events in the house.)

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A should-be perfect dinner, with dishes piled high

And a happy contented family ready to try

Yet things go for worse when it came and visited

Knocked on their door, its eyes glimmering red

.

An evil entity crashing in at the dead of the fun

Destroyed the clean tables, and went to run

Faces lowered down on crushed spaghetti sticks

A good dinner left untouched, a person sick

.

Rotten hearsay had passed from ear to ear

Broken lies that will always stay near

More complaints and thoughts for the unwilling

Another injury and blood for the healing

.

Tempers flared high, and screams explode

The family was in the state to slowly corrode

The good night ruined, the wrong of the right

Another perfect family left to fight

.

The tables have turned, and the family rotten

The entity already satisfied, and left the trail broken

Another victim struck, with hearsay as the weapon

The demon smiled, and with its tongue of lies, went on.

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