First Gong Vol. 8: Thrust FIRST GONG 8 THRUST | Page 209

KINDLE - Tobi Best
There was a blue moon
That rainy Monday morning
Omeka was hot and shivering
His head was pounding
As he uttered in groaning
The incomprehensible
He could hardly say a word
He could hardly forget the word
Sharper than two edged sword
Here was birth
Soaked in death
He only felt
The girdle of guilt
His eyes was open
And shut to the oven
It brought scenes in dozens
When he stabbed John
How he shot Sean
With his black gun
How he killed mum
And did mourn
When he saw porn
As huge fun
How he did shun
His conscience
From his past he did run
But that word
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