Drugs
Heed the jungle set in London where
man-animals thrive. Here lies sin, in
one enormous size. It's where junkies
seek solace in a place filled with
needles galore, which lie there like
forgotten playthings or the dead for
sure. But we see the trend everywhere,
not only in London City, we feel it in
our hearts, those strange drugs spell
out relentless death and sorrow. Why
might this be, those lives in a wretched
state? The answer lies, no surprise,
beyond the forgotten gate, to the
Church, to the Chapel on the hill,
where we all must journey to find, to
remind us once more of the love of
God for Mankind. A love so true,
extended through family to me and
you, it holds the key to salvation from
this drug laced Hell on Earth. We learn
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Moon Face
One day in June, if the facts are known,
or was it that the myths have grown
about you see what lay in the sky on
view to all 'till the day we die.
I mean the message drawn right across,
the purple-face where some alien being
dictated as the correct time and place,
to let us see how strong they were
before the invasion of what we all fear.
But the people laughed, some laughed
and cried because what the saw was a
dog, just like each one's mutt who had
only gone and died. But still the aliens
made a show, of the power of purple
that which makes our minds grow.
Ask any Hindu or Holy Man and watch
how his face set in a stare across the
sands, those sands of time change
and trickle in but he now asks if the
aliens come for blood to spill, thrill
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