gudmike

And we love,make love,give love,take love…steal it as thieves that we are.

In the distance one can hear the low and haunting melody of Church bells ringing

limbs being bitten and torn from screaming souls by flesh eating ghouls, blood splashing and splattering in a bazaar Mosaic, staining the white snow

starring at your face as you sleep

Scene’s of great beauty, treasures that blind

Sentinel the gates; no prying eye’s

..embrace a child for mothers eyes, but babies know and so they cry

.....no place to run,to no man can I turn…

......position ships to block his way, but the killer alway’s gets his prey…

...there will be no smoking gun to find….

...and she smiles for her reward…

....They raped her land with disregard, once Oceans green and blue….

...once warm and vibrant with the body of a sleeping Angel