AimusSage
01-05-2007, 07:57 PM
I'm nuts, I really am. That'll be evident if you read this poem I've got sitting in the secret folder, it's an oldie, but that doesn't make it any better. It makes no sense at all to my sensible brain. So read on, and psycho analyse till your heart's content.
here it goes:
Seven
God eats furry creatures
Surely they’ve seen the dead hamsters cast from heaven?
Gold, gold, all glistering gold. Blind on the road.
Not a flock of birds can carry the dead to heaven
In hell the devil waits for a skeleton key
That will unlock the gates that bar the earth from falling into hell.
And everywhere, no matter what happens,
The guinea pigs will continue to cast dead hamsters from heaven.
Those few that die and go to hell, those are the unlucky ones.
Those that would torture their little brothers and sisters
Rape their children and burn their parents.
Those are the unlucky ones, who will not be cast from heaven.
Back to earth, where the madness lies in waiting.
On the road the hell, you will find only good intentions.
In heaven, it’s gold, all glistering gold.
They are blind on the road,
Keeping away from good intentions.
The ship will steer away from the sea
And wreck on the rocky coast of heaven
Where God will eat them and his porridge
They are lucky number seven.
Seven sins, seven virtues.
Eaten by the all powerful God of hunger
Still the beating of the hamsters,
Those that smash into the earth,
Cause earthquakes and shattered hearts.
In skyscrapers filled with simple minds
There is a cubicle of bottomless desire.
That is where the mind of the flawless one resides
Lucky number seven, on the streets far below
Is killed by a falling hamster.
here it goes:
Seven
God eats furry creatures
Surely they’ve seen the dead hamsters cast from heaven?
Gold, gold, all glistering gold. Blind on the road.
Not a flock of birds can carry the dead to heaven
In hell the devil waits for a skeleton key
That will unlock the gates that bar the earth from falling into hell.
And everywhere, no matter what happens,
The guinea pigs will continue to cast dead hamsters from heaven.
Those few that die and go to hell, those are the unlucky ones.
Those that would torture their little brothers and sisters
Rape their children and burn their parents.
Those are the unlucky ones, who will not be cast from heaven.
Back to earth, where the madness lies in waiting.
On the road the hell, you will find only good intentions.
In heaven, it’s gold, all glistering gold.
They are blind on the road,
Keeping away from good intentions.
The ship will steer away from the sea
And wreck on the rocky coast of heaven
Where God will eat them and his porridge
They are lucky number seven.
Seven sins, seven virtues.
Eaten by the all powerful God of hunger
Still the beating of the hamsters,
Those that smash into the earth,
Cause earthquakes and shattered hearts.
In skyscrapers filled with simple minds
There is a cubicle of bottomless desire.
That is where the mind of the flawless one resides
Lucky number seven, on the streets far below
Is killed by a falling hamster.