

What was it they saw?What was it they saw On the beaches of France? A dreary June morning And absolutely no chance? The craters of mortars Made not long ago? Their comrades face down with their skin white as snow? Nay, a mission objective That needed completing And a too dangerous mind That needed defeatingWhat was it they saw?
What was it they saw In the jungles of 'Nam? In the summer of love man versus man Was it death in the air And blood on their lips? Or just dumb confusion And bad acid trips? Did they load up their rifles With the worst on their m


The RiflemanGraceful marching down the street The crowds they cheer They show no fearThe Rifleman
Flowers tossed and praises sung Softly hummed With rifles slung
And all the while boxes come Full of sons One by one
A girl cries out above the din "Stop that man, I'm in love with him!"
But shoulders grasped and mouth shut tight She couldn't fight What a sight
And now he's off to beaches damp The dreadful slap Of landing ramps
A rush of blood straight to the head A blouse stained red The captain's dead &


MercyCatacombs She roams through the vessel of her yearningMercy
And her aching Left alone In times and ages of regret broken She is hatred And where does she go In the presence of her lies Left to wonder roads Littered with her life She doesn’t know Who is she that she should get a second chance? With God’s mercy at work for her alone Will I ever get my chance to be forgiven? I ask You, can You forgive me? She forgets Her name, her age, her home, her life And all her lovers Stranded there In the rain, a lonely te
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p e g a s u s f a d i n g
I checked out some of your pictures and I liked them alot!
Keep up the good work!
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p e g a s u s f a d i n g
Enjoy yourself here and if you need anything please feel free to send me a note. I am more than willing to lend you a hand.
Enjoy
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My Love .:. ~Skwish
"And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed."
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