Mary Jane
Forgive me father for I have sinned I’m a child of the air, I’m a witch of the wind And I’m still wide awake... Mary Jane From the Earth, up through the trees I can hear her calling me Her voice rides on the breeze Oh, it’s haunting me No, I can’t get away No, there’s no escape, I’m going crazy If I know I’m going crazy I must not be insane, huhuhu… huhuhu… Beware my friends, as you pass by As you are now so once was I As I’m now so you must be Prepare my friends to follow me Forgive me father for I have sinned I’m a child of the air, I’m a witch of the wind Fingers gripped around my brain No control my mind is lame I’m in the astral plane, and I’ll never be the same Never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never Beware my friends, as you pass by As you are now so once was I As I’m now so you must be Prepare my friends to follow me It hurts so bad I can’t breathe Prepare to follow me
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 24, 2025
Cockroach in the concrete with courthouse tan and beady eyes A slouch with fallen arches, purging truths into great lies A little man with a big eraser’s changing history Procedures that he’s programmed to and all he hears and sees Altering the facts and figures, events and every issue He can make a person disappear and no one will ever miss you Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was Eliminates incompetence and those who break the laws Follow the instructions of the New Ways’ Evil Book of Rules Replacing rights with wrongs, the files and records in the schools You say you’ve got the answers, well who asked you anyway? Ever think maybe it was meant to be this way? Don’t try to fool us, we know the worst is yet to come I believe my kingdom will come F is for fighting, R is for red, ancestors’ blood in battles they’ve shed E, we elect them, E, we eject them in the land of the free and the home of the brave D, for your dying, O, your overture, M, they will cover your grave with manure This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me, as long as there’s a P.M.R.C. F is for fighting, R is for red, ancestors’ blood in battles they’ve shed E, we elect them, E, we eject them in the land of the free and the home of the brave D, for your dying, O, your overture, M, they will cover your grave with manure This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me, as long as there’s a P.M.R.C. F is for fighting, R is for red, ancestors’ blood in battles they’ve shed E, we elect them, E, we eject them in the land of the free and the home of the brave D, for your dying, O, your overture, M, they will cover your grave with manure This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me, as long as there’s a P.M.R.C. Put your hand right up my shirt Pull the strings that make me work Jaws will part, words fall out Like a fish with hook in mouth Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was Eliminates incompetence and those who break the laws Follow the instructions of the New Ways’ Evil Book of Rules Replacing rights with wrongs, the files and records in the schools I’m not a fish, I’m a man Hook in Mouth!
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 24, 2025
My life's on time, but again my sense is late Feel a might unsteady, but still I have to play Six to one's the odds, and we have the highest stakes Once again I gamble with my very life today Highly polished metal, the oil makes it gleam Fill the terror chamber, your mind begins to scream Your life is like a trigger, never trouble 'til you're squeezed Now you crack a smile as you give the gun a tease Place the pistol down, now give the gun a spin Soon as the spinning stops, oh no, the game starts in A hateful way of vengeance, a bit of playful sin Load another bullet, the second round begins A couple grains of powder, a couple grams of lead A touch against the trigger, a touch inside the head Take another drink and raise the last bets Think about my last words, they might be what I just said A click comes from the hammer that couldn't drive a nail Sense the numbing cold blue or the red of Hades' grill A fraction of a second, do you lose, or maybe still? Pass it to the left, and collect your mighty kill Add another bullet, the third round begins Soon as the spinning stops, oh no, the game starts in Please, no IOUs, no markers for death Does anybody play? Anybody? Somebody? Anybody play? Woah! You, (you!), next victim You, next to die You, (you!), next victim You, your turn to die You, come on!, next victim You, your turn to die You, come on!, next victim You, your turn to die You Die!
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026