posted 01-15-2001 10:09 PM
saddened by your demise cross trailed by the cabble thrice i have been denided hearded like cattle lead by TV noose turnned loose upon the end daze ranging on the visa card trussed up against the lye the stench of your denial smells worse than those who fly no guts to see reality your spirit seeks to die vile end comes to those who deniegh hang on to the end play keep asking why confuse the mortal man upend the land upon which he stands and you will sieve out those who witness the demise of an evil plan waylaid it is time for all good to take a stand fore all they care for for all thet see hope stronger than fear come to eternity
posted 01-16-2001 03:39 AM
Mark mourns our loss But can't he see When shackled To his sophistry Its he who dies When blame he casts And Truth which also Comes in last The sky is there For all to view With beauty In its many hues No vile end Comes to those who say They're contrails Not a deadly spray. And as he sends His odes to us He smells a stench Just him; not us I fear that he will Take this wrong His odes are ordure Not Truth's Song