We needed some space,
So we got a massive bed.
“Where'd you go?”she said

Well after the conductor yelled,
“All aboard,” and well after all
of the tickets were punched;
a group of people,
who didn’t know one another
were all headed north.

Little hands turned through pages
while larger ones were cupping
at the window, trying to get
a better view of the night sky.
A farmers pasture flashed by,
but went unnoticed in the dark.

A few seats down slouched a frail
grey haired lady, with her hands
clasped around a small bouquet
of daises.  And across the aisle,
towered a man who’s hands
could hold a dozen eggs.

Alone in the corner was a red
dressed woman; doing her best
to not spill her coffee. She watched
the children next to her fall
into an innocent sleep.
And ripples echoed in her fingers.

She thought about how strange it is
that everyone on a train
can be going the same direction
but have different destinations.
And then she thought about
how tired the conductor had looked.

I hope to find a beautiful end,
A view of somewhere so gloriously golden,
A triumphant barge,
Elegantly flowing down rivers of silver sapphire.

Here lies a great to rest,
With silk cheeks
I will lay my weary face
A bold hand upon my chest

We want the best,
Even when best is a curse,
The body becomes a snare
A soul trapped in a ceiling square.

The grey porous texture is dry,
yellowing with time.
One touch and - crack!
Suspended in a void
Two friends till their bitter ends.

Time was precious,
Now all but a wasted object,
My chapter without end,
Don’t we always want to know,
How far is left to go?

Is this it?
Is this what we wanted?
To die ripe,
before the fruit spoils,
Anything to stop that
Tick
Tick
Tick
Tick

Time is but a dance
Yet we sit in chairs all day
I sat this one out.

I hate to say.

Come hear, come pride
Come near, go hide

The drums that beat
The thud of the street

No fear, no course
Make ready your horse
Wearing black and red
Well drank, well fed

Drum - near
Drum  - fear
His heels slam deep
A soul will sleep

He’s - here
He’s - near
A whisper, don’t shout!
Now pass it about

Drum
Drum
Drum
Drum

Girls dance, we jeer
Face dry, no tear
Chains clang, wheels turn
Your pitty, we’ll earn

Fire
Straw
Blood on the floor

One blow, one try
Don’t miss! you’ll die!

Pray for me
Pray for me
Pray for me
Please

Confess of my sin
God's glory to win

Oh lord - oh god!
The tongues!
Hot rods!

Flesh burns and fries
Man weeps, not cries

We wanted this
Wanted this
Wanted this
gore

We can’t watch no more!
feet stuck to the floor

don’t turn away
It’s theirs to pay

Breath - in

grieve - sin

Hold fast, hold steady
His sword is ready
Take comfort, take pride
Heavens gates open wide



time to die
time to die

A cheer, a scream
One faints, red dream
He takes up the head
Gods justice you said


Thank you
Thank you
Thank you
Sir

This is gods way
The devil will say
Now turn away
For your soul - we’ll pray

Franz *******

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