BENEATH death you will find my name
it’s behind merciless eyes you’ve seen
how golden guns and bullets share
timeless moments inside these dreams
it’s been seen by glorious faith
And how i gave love to death
And now it’s all lies
If you must see me protect yourself
arm yourself with angels from on high
Arm yourself with luck
as fate runs through these veins
How evil runs away from vengeance
when the one with ice in his eyes
chases you ~~ you know my name:
Vengeance
is the name.
:: 07.07.2022 ::
FOUGHT in the trenches of France
the screams belied the deeds
Instead of ‘for country!’
more said for love of mother
The trench reeked of gas
but the tents smelled of smoke
if you had’em you smoked’em
boots rotted and socks to hell
The voyage to paradise made
— Lady Liberty with her staff
as stiff as any military man
the diesel smoke choked many
Prohibition ran into my roads
From Chicago to musty Atlanta
bullets, broads, booze and brute
there I met my fate in rain-lead
Say nothing to the solider
speak low my ghost-friend
you were there too – I know
even though you don’t remember
::01/03/2014::
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