Tale

There was a dark novel
A blackened, bad novel
That began to beg me to read,

I let my eyes wander
Only to stop once and ponder
Whether the novel was of noxious creed.

Its pages were torn,
Of the devil ’twas born,
And still I succumed to its fate

For when I scanned through the pages
I gave up my wages
For the treasure that lie in its crate.

The corpses turned
The Melonheads burned
Preparing to fight for the war

The President lied
While businessmen died
And the U.S. declared the third world war.

Tale

Raechel deMink

Joined January 2008

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