Till death do us part!


All the faceless monsters

lurking under your bed;

and grey smoky ghosts,

hiding quietly in the shed

They are still alive

and very much well fed;

their appetites are strong,

smelling your fears and dread

Oh you were so mistaken

and you were so very wrong;

they are still here

and they are still very strong

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Rains and Clouds

The rains are born slow; drop by drop;

the drops transforming into torrents;

the torrents drenching the parched earth


But sometimes the gods are in a good mood;

they wave and the angry clouds burst forth;

the torrents drenching the parched earth



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