Fire and brimstone, thats what they say to me.
Fire and brimstone, only we can set you free.
O how can I follow there words when they are so mean to me,
How can you follow a man who finds it fun, to make others suffer like me.
your parents are ashamed,
your an evil evil man,
your just a preverted person,
only we can set your free!
I'd rather stay a puppet than be an enternal slave...
I freakin hate their anger and their stares...
the bastards couldnt turn their cheeks
even if their god was standing there!
No man who cannot forgive another,
Has no right to stare, Those that think
those evil thoughts why do they get to judge,
how come they can ignore the word while
I must choke it down?
On judgement day when the earth and heaven merge,
I hope on that day, I can stand before the father,
without an ounce of shame, I can say to him I love my
neighbors and never wished them ill. I can tell him that I
love my fellow man, and that I went against his plan.
Tell him Im an evil man but if I could do it again, I still have
been the same, because we it comes to evil,
I the biggest one in the land.
Fire and brimstone, the judge me even now.
Fire and brimstone, their hatred only brings them down.
Standing in a sea of gold, I watch the wind
cause waves of wheat to shimmer and dance in the
pale light of the evening.
the rain cools the air, giving a break from the heat
of the cruel summer sun. Clouds roll past as I stand
watching the lightning cross the fields.
I find myself evnying the scarecrow, able to stay
for lifetimes watching the same sea of gold. I find myself
wishing the lighting would never stop, the beauty takes my
breath away.
~SG
I wonder lost in the woods of fresh fallen snow
I Cannot help but wander lost amongst the snow,
I move from refuge to refuge, seeking warmth that
none could give.
I see a fire amongst the woods. The fire, she has a glow
that warms the heart and hyonotizes those who watch her.
I cannot approach her, for those trees that make up the wood
rattle their branches unwilling to let me pass.
But he remembers the night he saw the fire, and even far away felt her warmth. The streams are not frozen now, they trickle and run. I can see the fire reflected in the steam, and the glow as it dances on the dips and sways of the water. I look from the edge of the woods, and I see the fields being covered like sheets over a womans curves and I dream, I dream of a timeless place....
the fire from before, it stands, as beautiful as it always has. I set outside the ring of trees and say to myself. Even If I only would spend a few moments watching the fire dance from the outside, and never feeling its warmth, I could spend my life watching the fire burn, and if it ever did go out, it would not have been a wasted life...
Even in the dark of the woods of freshly fallen snow, I am not cold because the flame is with my heart and my memory for all time.
--- Sandgolem