Cold As Hail.
You see the cape in the gusts; lust
for death as he must- wing his fate
and the string of life has been cut
the scythe is long, at the end is a blade
now referred to as the ice sickle
Drenched in hate, trying to wash it off
The ice falls, no way to rinse guilt
from the heart, brain, and body
though your brain controls your
body and heart but, with a heart
you are death; without a brain
but then death doesn't not have
a body, heart, or brain he is just
himself, no skin to be as the sky
grows pale; it is cold as hail
The cubes drop into the devil's
tea cup, where his demons swim
Fog forms around the rim
where his lips have been
Drinking the souls, Death as
his dog, fetch the ones who
side with me; you and I can see
it is as Cold As Hail-
The truth lies, beneath.
Now as the cubes fall
in purgatory; where is he,
Death? in the garden of death
Where all of the dead flowers
are black and white, like ash
gray, white, black hearts
dim in the mist as we fade
away from our sins today
who are we to say we are free
3rd world country, reduce three?
zero, tolerance to the authority
What is authority? if they are
not in charge? a fruad to the only
God, whether believed in or not
Life story has no plot; so we jot
dots on the paper; with apricot
the fact of the matter is we rise
we now fall; the biggest fear of
them all; is the rabbit that stands near
Believe what you see, ignore what you hear.
Life is Cold As Hail when you're alone, isn't it?
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