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Titles
The Devil Lives in Texas
Tainted
Killing the Dead
The Devil Lives in Texas
She's got black hole eyes
She's sold her soul to the devil
In his tight blue jeans
And his western shirts
I said
Didn't you know that
The devil lives in this town
Five in the morning
See him watering the
Lies
Didn't you know that
He watches you sleeping
From the corners of his eyes
He follows and he dies
Can't you remember
The last time he cried
At the begining of time
Can't you see that
He doesn't even care
Wrapped up in hair
You know, he can't even care
You know know
No, you don't know
What's strong
What's weak
Cause I saw your eyes wandering
I saw them crawling
Out on my back porch this morning
I saw them saw them
Rolling out the daisies
Just running and falling
So don't you say
I know know
No, I don't know
Shield it away
He can make them stay
He's got hypnotize eyes
And he flys flies
Can't realize lies
So don't you say
Don't you say
That you know where you're going
Cause he's got your wings tied
Tied up tight
Behind his back
He lacks
What makes humans humans
So you go on pretending
That it's okay fine
You walk the line
You walk the tail
You know know
No, you don't know
What's strong
What's weak
Cause I saw your eyes wandering
I saw them crawling
Out on my back porch tonight
I saw them saw them
Rolling out the daisies
Just running and falling
So don't you say
I know know
No, I don't know
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Tainted
Old, grey woman
With raisin-skin
Sits on her front porch
Watching the kids walk
Home from school
At their baggy shirts
And their baggy pants
She just laughs
At thier loud music
And rap beats
She smiles
Remembering the
Days of the Blues
But then she hears them speak
That awful word that
Brings into her mind
The harsh words
And cruel stares
The big men
In their big trucks
How they yelled that word
That word to her
And rage fills her body
Coupled by saddness
How could she tell them
How could she translate
The images it brings
Of burning crosses
Of plastic signs
Excluding her from
Being a child
How can she relate
The feelings that it brings
Fighting for self-worth
Fighting to be noticed
Without being beaten down
She lets them walk by
Everyday
Home from school
And she prays for them
The only way she knows how
To that fair skinned, middle eastern man
Hanging on the cross
And even that
Tainted
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Killing the Dead
(inspired by Tanith Lee, betrayal and love)
pale skin black eyes
filled with innocence
fed with lies
he rides
the sky is a stallion
tangled with the moon
bedecked with icy stars
wrapped like hair
around his fair
fair skin
it bellows
an equine scream
fills the night with
memories
dark skin dark eyes
filled with evil
telling lies
she rides
the moon is
a wiches broom
and she laughs
leaves falling on the lake
his only true mistake
was sticking to the web
alone
watching from a cage
made by the passing days
he weighs
meaning against hope
birth against death
living against this
this exsitance that
her idle stare condems
when then his Idol
betrays
he craves
for even the lingering
thoughts of Him
as they leave her skin
mist rising from the moon
a pale remembrance
for even as she touches him
her mind is thin
and he can see
the thoughts
wandering
pondering
on when she'll feel His
touch again
he crys
as he rides
tears thickening his sight
cut by the pale moonlight
sanguin as the blood from
his arteries
he parts he seas
leting the fire flow
for maybe this
this one last stand
will make her his
or make the suffering end
for now killing him
is killing the dead
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