A broken compass led dear man astray;
A spilt in the road, unsure where to stay,
Because Heaven’s a diner, and Hell’s a bar,
Make a choice -
You’ll still be served,
As grey rules supreme;
No wrath incurred.
The drink’s on us, let your worries fly;
Time’s a-tickin’, wave it goodbye,
Because Heaven’s a diner, and Hell’s a bar,
Make a choice -
You’ll still be served,
As grey rules supreme;
No wrath incurred.
Now the bodies stack high, blotting the sun;
This corporeal mountain, your idea of fun?
Because Heaven’s a diner, and Hell’s a bar
Make a choice -
You’ll still be served,
As grey rules supreme;
No wrath incurred.
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The Boney King Of Nowhere
Poetry"There's always a siren, singing you to shipwreck." A collection of my poetry. Hope you enjoy.
