Please

Screaming looking for heaven

In a time of need and trouble

Please hear my cry

Although my soul belongs to the devil.

I know that I have done wrong,

But forgive my heart

I’m caught in the middle

Of light and dark

The path is not always lit

And is never straight

Guidance is limited

I try to have faith

When the time comes

Remember to be strong

Honour your mother and father

So your days may be long

Simple rules in a complicated world

Limited tools boys versus girls

Forget that because were all equal

I live in a land of evil heaven is the sequel.

The Murky Skies

The murky skies of a Parisian night.
Strange tales a foot
Could’nt imagine this feeling
Sharpe like a hook
No book could amount to this sensation
Long live the king sound the horns
Drinks a plenty It’s a celebration
Surrounded by colonially pressure
Boats rest on sure
Surnames as English as ever
Blue and white sweaters and more.
Things may changed
But the smell is the same
They say the tides have changed
But the food from the animal still remains lame
Don’t call the cops
As we have no crops as they are died
As they are part off the flock
There faces left red
Tongues suffocated with lies
Buildings built with pride
But riddled in jealously
I see nothing but grey clouds
I’m home bound
Please forget me