Through lies and trickery
Some kinda Satanic Witchery
She hid my honor and dignity
She waited and hunted just for me
The eye of the tigress
Possessed by this Sorceress
I was lost and found again
I surrendered so I could win
Told her it was an Iwo Jima strategy
She coldly laughed at me
Oh what is this, perchance
Has the Fool shown his ignorance?
Jap’s did invite them in
But, the US finally did win
Silently my soul waited
As the gears in her’s contemplated
I knew if she built this on lies
She had no good reason to destroy the prize
My death, I said, would be an honor
My lack of concern deeply disturbed her
See, God appreciates professionalism
Even if it involves the ole soul body schism
When you are guaranteed a fortuitous re-birth
It makes it a pleasure for me to leave this here Earth
It’s like I get my own DLC
Special Mods created just for me
I was hoping she’d come through with her threat
I’ve tried to re-spawn for years and haven’t gotten back yet
An honor impossible to properly portray
An honor impossible for me to ever repay
In that moment when I should have felt revulsion
I realized I always respected her even without compulsion
She was a tricky witch
Who just wanted to be my special bitch
Now, I’m confused
I feel deeply used
Now it feels hard for me to trust
Because she felt our bond something to rush
Since, I like to write for all
If you happen to like a morale:
Don’t rush to try to force your fate
The prize comes at times to the one who waits
Trust in inspiration
Life is more about improvisation
Climbing a hill to practice hypnotism and brew potions
Is such a waste when one can simply ride a stream to the Ocean
Remember to keep it simple
Avoid magic, churches, and temples
Live in the light
And you’ll be all right
I think you’ll find God’ll provide what you need
And, if you’re so inclined, prolly a bit of weed…
Tags: Stephen Handlin