Of Melancholy Rapture
Be careful.........as to where ye point.
Yer finger .....of blame!
Of what ye quote ...and who ye name.
What stones get upturned....,
Of lies that come to light.
Of what ye yearn.
For money, or mayhap the infamy ....
of the spotlights glare.
There's more than one my son,
Who knows the truth......
Coz we were there!
Please praise be to God.
And all just remember,
it pays not.....
.............To fuck with the Dead!
Of Melancholy Rapture...
No Doubt
Giajl © Jim Love