shan't touch the ounce of flesh's wage.
Through and through it does with savage,
laugh; we do at its sage.
The winds do blow on to the walls,
cold and misty do surround.
As we lay pen in the halls,
All we can do, is to pray, pray with sound.
Pray as we do with might,
secure the wounds so it is tight.
As we pray with hearts so big,
All theres left to do is dig.
Dig to the ground I say!
Dig with passion, dig with gay.
Dig your hearts out and of more,
Dig until the rain stops pour.
The bow that strikes its temper on,
shall see to it, we will go on.
We shan't fear the inch of God's wrath,
Fear? Far from it, as are the goth.
We shall not quiver like a hen,
Hark, for we are Men.
Men that feeds upon the fears,
of people who art in God's ears.
Strike and smite thee's hand down,
we shall not budge, as we do not fear.
Go on up, monster wear your sleeping gown,
For it is us, whom you should fear.
Tis vile of you to say that you are,
For you aren't you,as I am as we are.
So who are you, as I am I?
The answer lies in the hearts of your eye.
Cold, dark, misty and foggy,
wet,twirl,drill and soggy.
Grey, black, dull and green,
foreign to me, as I have seen.
The day do shake in the lights of such,
for it is the devil's wake, in plight of much.
A thousand years have come and gone,
Its Lucifer's time to see the bright gone.
Lights off !!
-Squidster-
