(new) The Devil’s Disco.

…The Devil’s Disco…(with a slow bass rhythm)

Gather round my little children.
I’ve got a song that you might like.
It’ll put hairs on your chest and…
you’re gonna be here all Night.
The drummer is feasting…
Feasting on your fright.
you’re gonna feel it.
Until the very last bite…
My guitarist is gorging.
Gorging on your hate.
you could try to be kind
But.
It’s a little too late…
Welcome to My heaven.
Where there’s lots in store.
Get ready to dance as
As I drop. the gallows floor.
As I drop. the gallows floor.
As I drop. the gallows floor.
As I drop. the gallows floor.
This is My disco!
This song has no end.
Because what I finish…
I start all over again.
All over again.
All over again……..
Gather round you little bastards!
I’ve got a song…that you won’t like….

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(new) The Test


it’s the season of bleeding.
angels and demons will be breeding.
demigods demonstrate the dimensions of dreaming.
a devil descends and starts to discuss
the reality of reincarnation and rust.
“You do know that you don’t exist?”
i nodded my head and the devil was pissed.
he thought there must be a trick that i’ve missed.
“Bring Me your blues as I’ve nothing to do for an hour or two.”
spellbound; he stole my stare and smiled at what he saw there.
a notion of ruin, an ocean of poems….the presumption to know Him.
he drily smiled and rose with a ruse of respect.
“I did not expect you to be perplexed.”
i shat myself as my body relaxed and the next track on the tape began to play.
Black Sabbath’s Black Sabbath. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J5yR5XhCIeg
i shall remember forever till my soul is unchained.
“So I’m not real, am I not? but what of the wicked within the world?”
at that his bat like wings were unfurled.
“Touch Me, smell Me, gag on My filth.
I fucked your mum last night, the perverted milf.”
i tried to tell myself that this is a test;
just keep on breathing and hope for the best.
what is will be, both for the brutal and the blessed.
and of the future; even demons must guess.
i saw inside us, him and me and the trees.
the dog, the daisy, the flea and the disease.
we are all made of the same grains of God.
and dance on the paths that He has preset us.
how can i fear the folly of the fallen?
i smiled awhile in deep thought as if naught were about me.
in communion with the Cause of plausibility.
the light of His Love from below and above
shone with a divine shine and the shadows slunk beneath our feet.
and again i did meet the devilish soul that had stolen my stare.
His fair form and hair unshorn, kindness i saw there in pairs.
“Remember to realise Me, and remind those that might.”
He embraced me as a father and i felt alright as he nonchalantly strolled off into the night.
.GLB.