Viva la Rebellion
Here’s to all the
Hell if I knows
No goodbye notes
Lost the light
Better when you’re woke
And the storms are cold
And the nights are long
And you’re holding on
And you feel that hurt
And you’re hollow
And you don’t know where to turn
Only heaven knows
The trials I stand
The life I lead
On the path I go
Down on the road
As I trip and fall
And I scrape my knees
As I praise your name
Oh my lord
(Whistle)
The following badass poem was inspired by Sue Vincent’s daily photo prompt:
The crow caws in the early morning
then smashes into my window
as I wipe the sleep crusted tears from my eyes
What a wonderful sight to see
as I awake to a hopeful new day
The blood of the morning star
dripping down my window pane
Taunting me to share in his glory
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Says the morning star
I have so many ways to distract you from your path
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