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Vanity...Vanity...
You sit on your throne ...so sweet...

while long-tailed cadaverus demons
grovel in pure worship at your feet
 
Youth has been wasted
...standing at life`s mirror

Admiration you have tasted
...turns to bile in horror
 
Vanity...Vanity

Do you see your reflection...

in the eyes of your worshipers
...now cast in your direction
 
Faye Sizemore 9/10/03

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New Life

 

The old man basks in a sunset of gold

His coat so dirty, threadbare and ragged

Eyes dim and dark but so very old

He feels the pain, sharp and jagged

 

Exploding so quickly from deep in his chest

A sign of peace that God has shown

To let him start his eternal long rest

The darkness of despair is forever gone

 

And lifes lonely end has finally come

But for these aged men, so tired, and so old

Just like the sunsets, its a blessing in gold

His new coat is clean, with three stripes of red

 

His eyes are now clear, clever, and bold

Just what happened to turn him away?

From the joy of living, the joy of life

Say, why did he leave and wonder astray?

 

Was it memories of war, sharp as a knife?

Or a family he loved that went their own way

Hell have his long rest now out of the fray

Only to wake with a conscious so clear

And the voices of old friends he's longing to hear

9/25/2003 Ray Holcomb

AKA DaDirtyRat

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