I am but a simple man

I preach the word of God.

My congregation has no clue

That I live behind a façade.

My faith I place in the Lord

But I’m not worthy of his love.

I’ve succumbed to a mortal sin

I seek forgiveness from above.

Deliver me from Evil

Protect me from temptation.

The pleasure of the flesh

Is a constant frustration.

You entrust your children to me

Their innocence I take.

When the monster inside overpowers me

The wrong decisions, I make.

Blinded by lust

wott best’r whem fo thruvin,

raudin, wamkin, govin

vru thi aier vy auny virns

thoan un nesh cond chosty dawrnin,

whel thur trop sperns

brerly vru thi cains

bith thi brask blud …

cond resles hin thi skam

fro beld tho fud!

I am the personification of death

I am a living, sentient entity.

Be careful what you wish for

You’ll just die when you meet me.

My name is the Grim Reaper

I’ll be wearing a hooded black cloak.

I carry a large scythe to harvest human souls.

If you meet me, you will croak.

Death is the final darkness

At the end of this life.

It has been both feared and worshipped

Since the dawn of time.

I am the Grim Reaper

Death is your destiny.

Try as you may, you can’t escape it.

I’m hopin heaven has a honky tonk

Where the Country legends play.

Where the angels do a two-step

And they dance the night away.

Conway’s sayin… "Hello Darlin"

As he passes Patsy Cline.

There’s Dottie West and Elvis

The king is looking fine.

I’m hopin heaven has a honky tonk

Twin fiddles and steel guitars.

The singers in Gods Honky Tonk

Are heavenly stars.

There’s Tammy and Loretta

And Dolly Parton too.

She’s sings just like an angel

 Trying to forget about you was the hardest thing I have ever tried to do,

But the more I cry I see the truth,

I close my eyes and take a breath but the fact still remains,

That all you wanted with me was to play your childish games,

I ache inside instead of letting it out to show that I am strong,

But the tears and memories just won’t leave me alone,

Trying to forget about you was the hardest thing I have ever went through,

Even though I still tell you that I love you so,

Till’ this day im still trying to let it go.

              Those days were my heaven

              I  was waiting for her in a bower to love

              she came and vanised as an angel

              she hold my fingers as carrying a flower

climb in and the heat is electric and old

decaying plastic and hot radio spitting out retro rock

dirty stink of cigarettes

burning engine oil

squeak goes the gas pedal

worn smooth to the metal

exposed like the shiny eye of bone

press down on this cyclops

and the sedan lurchs sloppily foreward

pulling on its inertia

my arm is burning on the ragged fuzz

of doorest

i take a lungfull of that vintage scent

passing feilds and barns