poem
THE ODD ASEA
THE WEIRDOS IN
THE ODD ASEA
WHERE TALES SPIN
HYPOCRISY
WHERE THOSE AKIN
GRIN MORBIDLY
THE VEILS THIN
TRANSPARENCY
INTO A VORTEX
CESSPOOLS OF SCUMBAGS
POLLUTING OUR WORLD
DRAIN THEM AND TAME THEM
BEFORE THEY GET SWIRLED
INTO A VORTEX
THAT SUCKS THEM ALL IN
NEVER TO BE HEARD
FROM EVER AGAIN
FINDING THE ZONE
THE WHEELS ARE TURNING
WE'RE GOING SOMEWHERE
WE ARE ON A JOURNEY
WHEN WILL WE GET THERE
TO OUR DESTINATION
SO FAR IT'S UNKNOWN
SUCH ANTICIPATION
IN FINDING THE ZONE
ECHOES OF THE PAST
I CAN OFTEN HEAR
ECHOES OF THE PAST
MEMORIES NEAR AND DEAR
THAT IS WHY THEY LAST
BEARE THE CROSSROADS
BEWARE THE CROSSROADS
A STRANGE MAGIC'S THERE
A STORY'S BEEN TOLD
THAT IS A NIGHTMARE
A MAN GAVE HIS SOUL
TO THE WATCHMAN THERE
BEST NOT MAKE A DEAL
THAT YOU CAN'T APPEAL
THAT'S WRITTEN IN STONE
AND CHILLS TO THE BONE
DON'T MAKE THAT MISTAKE
IT'S FOR YOUR OWN SAKE
JUST CHOOSE THE RIGHT PATH
TO AVOID THE WRATH
MAGIC EIGHT BALL
USED TO HAVE A MAGIC EIGHT BALL
DIDN'T USE IT RIGHT I FEAR
I KEPT ASKING THE SAME QUESTION
TIL IT SAID WHAT I WANTED TO HEAR
THE MYST
IN THE MIDST
OF THE MIST
ARE MANY MYTHS
THAT MAY BE MISSED
A STORY THAT NEEDS TO BE TOLD
NO ONE CAN STOP A STORY
THAT NEEDS TO BE TOLD
NO MATTER WHAT CATEGORY
IT WILL BE BOLD
THERE'S NO REASON TO WORRY
IT WILL UNFOLD
HOPE YOU'RE NOT IN A HURRY
IT'LL BREAK THE MOLD
OUR FREEDOM OF CHOICE
GOD BLESS US ALL
HELP US ANSWER THE CALL
TO BE GUIDED BY YOU
IN WHATEVER WE DO
HELP US TO TRUST
TO DO WHAT WE MUST
TO KNOW WHAT IT'S WORTH
TO BRING HEAVEN ON EARTH
TO LIVE AND LET LIVE
WITH MORALS THAT GIVE
OUR FREEDOM OF CHOICE
TO USE THE RIGHT VOICE