A Poem by ganastasia

Well this is poem that will make you think. It was one of the things that the lightman and I went thruogh in our trip through the burning. Also check out some of my stuff on you tube. It's under extream potery in the securch box. Hope to enjoy and let me




Captains, Kings, and Gods
Most high

Do proclamate to be

Keepers of the keys
The giver and the taker

In essence of thy Own souls dreams

Do worship the Goddess
"People Maker"

We conquered lands
Of multitudes

To indulge the planting
Of thy own seed

We crucified our enemies
And made thy brothers bleed

That we may indulge
The nature

Of thy own souls needs

And walk in the fires of Hades'
To spit in the demon's eye

And defy the Father Mighty
Commanding tears flow from his eyes

While making angels cry
When fire passion strokes so high

In thy own satin bed
Within the darkened night

I crave for more
My flaming w***e

Out of daylight's sight

Then to resurrect so Prim and properly

Upon the new golden sun
My lady fair hand grasping mine

In sight of everyone

I place you upon a pedestal
Gods look up to see

I fasten a ball and chain
Upon your ankle

And only I the key

I curse you b***h I curse you w***e

And snake that slithers
Along the way

But on my knees
For Gods be please

For your love I pray

George Garrett Anastasia
Copyright TXU1-347-483


© 2009 ganastasia

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Added on July 14, 2009



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