A Dream

Wind falls, dust blows away We’ll face a brand new day All rejoice, hearts are fed, The evil witch we had behead. Amazing grace has shed on me Causing old Belial to flee Wishful thinking can come true For some changes overdue. Higher powers have heard the cries In my tears and our sighs To rid our lives of such contempt A shabby soul so unkempt. Life carries a new thread The evil witch lost her head.

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I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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