~tasha~
Age: 124
Total Posts: 47628
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Location:
United Kingdom, United Kingdom
Even a blind man can clearly see
The road that beseeks his destiny.
I often feel that I have been
A transposed figure, sin within.
Cast into an immortal world,
Where meteors from Hell, are hurled
Like burning fire at my feet.
The Devil reigning in his realm
Fires human souls into his kiln.
Burn out the good! Leave just the sin!
And when he's through he'll take you in
A lightening bolt, a fiery blast
There find your Destiny at last
You can't go back, you can't retreat
But if instead your soul be good
Your heart be pure and as it should
You'll find instead the Upward Trail
Seek the Chalice and Holy Grail
If man to man you can be true,
And man to God your soul renew
Then Destiny to you will be
A heavenly home for eternity
No other choice can be so sweet
~tasha~
Age: 124
6560 days old here
Total Posts: 47628
Points: 0
Location:
United Kingdom, United Kingdom
open the heart of my blinding flame
like a moth
you're attracted
but
it's
all
so lame.
people are just far too tame
and timid for my taste, and fear
changing their selves for
a life they hold dear.
But it's no life to me.
And life piled on life
would not sate the hunger
that rages throughout my being.
~tasha~
Age: 124
6560 days old here
Total Posts: 47628
Points: 0
Location:
United Kingdom, United Kingdom
Tho' my destiny be Fustian --
Hers be damask fine --
Tho' she wear a silver apron --
I, a less divine --
Still, my little Gypsy being
I would far prefer,
Still, my little sunburnt bosom
To her Rosier,
For, when Frosts, their punctual fingers
On her forehead lay,
You and I, and Dr. Holland,
Bloom Eternally!
Roses of a steadfast summer
In a steadfast land,
Where no Autumn lifts her pencil --
And no Reapers stand!
