Metaphor Date: Sunday, 7th November 2010 @ 04:23:36 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: kane You call me twisted, then ask for forgiveness, I relish the flavor of red rum, spell it backwards and you'll know the outcome, Fine red mist, your head splits from the impact of the 30 odd 6, The star of David, circle it and worship Satan, To some I'm a Rellik, spell it backwards and you'll see it, Another life lost, Christ hangs upon an upside down cross, Cryptic words and hidden messages, pay attention life is precious, Three pm is the hour of the demon, 12 hours later Jesus had risen, Like the "Son of Sam," I take orders from a dog, Spell it backwards and you'll see through the fog, The orders are clear, infect the world with God's fear, Church every Sunday, hoping to be righteous by Judgement day, Like the 10:00 news; I'm live, spell it backwards and prepare to die, Evil lives within every soul, but most are strong enough to never let it show, Like Charles Manson, the government is practicing mind control, Like a flock of sheep we follow, rules and regulations in fear of tomorrow, Charged with manslaughter, break it down, can you hear this mans-laughter, To a wounded soul, love can heal, but to a twisted mind love is evol, If you do not know your past, you are doomed to repeat, The only people that have seen the end of corruption, are those that are 6' deep. Heart & Soul Kane This poem is Copyright © kane Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=163079