Paradise: A hope or despair?
Once upon a time, there was this pantomime, I had to read my son at his bedtime, A blank paper and a glass of lime, My mind recalled the ancient prime. A war ago and its roses in wintertime, My gun sprayed red across Anaheim As the crusade crossed overtime Slaughter, carnal abuse and barbarity were anticrime And then came a change in time As the breeze grazed the wind chime. SILENCE There walked an enchanting prepossessing beauty gliding down the aisle, she captivated the line of duty stamping hearts, she bewitched the sea of mean men, clamping and cramping the artillerymen, her hair glowed under the snow lit sun, rays lashing on her moving eye lashes. Thy angel soared above the dust laden field as she turned her glance towards me, she had already bewitched my atrocious heart, her eyes emitted proclivity, i knew she was mine. Spring came, love birds stretched their wings, I searched for this beautiful inamorata, while my heart