THE WRITING
THE WRITING
Dracula on a long voyage
From Transylvania
The nemesis count Dracula
Travel over the sea just to
Get to the thirteen ghosts place
Bad aaaas ghosts
And the other vengeful spirits
Up on
House on haunted hill
Constantine
He sees the dead
And demons from hell
And seeks them out
Hell blazer graphic novels he ware
Lets him in and out at will
The walking dead
They live to terr arise the living
Drives them to hell
Demons jump from one body to another
The good and evil
One black
The other white
Battle the other for the stakes
All Aces high
Who will win who will lose
Only God knows
The good but always have to die
So evil can rule for a bit
And angel dies and a demon is re-born
One are the other always
Till the bitter end
But there is no end
We all know this to well
God will never kill his own brother
Would you
Wrong question
Yes we would God in -stills that in us to do so
For the Gods are jealous
Always wanting more
Angels are jealous no more room
In the heaven to fly some have to fall are at lease
By pushed out out of wings way
We were born into
Jealousy sin wanting more
Yet word said am I not my brother keeper
Yes we are
One lives ones dies
Only to be re-born again
In another country and are form
And on and on it goes
Never ending as long as there is a God
And his brother Satan
He lives for ever more just
Put to sleep for a bit
Then re-born again
In a new from n
Are body
Yet still the same evil being
And so beautiful to see
Everything is beautiful when new
And re-born
We dont really get ole we just evaporate
Turn into something else
Like egg to chicken
Seeds to flowers and food
In and outs over and over time in time out
No we never really get ole
We just get re-planted into something new
Re-born into another body another place another world
And always another name but still the same
Man woman he she male female animal mam o two by two
Always the twos always a mess
Two by two they march
Two by two they loaded the ark
Male and female they went
Till all was fill and pack to the brim
Some started to die some were eaten for food
Two by two they came side by side they walked in
Two by two man woman made a mess had a baby then became three
Oh what a day
The mighty two was broken
And thats just where it all began when the mighty two became three and more
Am I not my brothers keeper
Yes we are
Brothers begot sisters sisters begot fathers
And mothers and brothers were one
The writing is on the wall
Never to be erase
Never to be forgotten
The book of life
And life itself
The whole
Written By: Bettie Davis —————————– © November o6 , 2o1o