Everyone with a story line up here But please make sure You're in single file That way I can view your sober faces For miles, and miles Do not speak out loud, or fall asleep No fights, nor trifles amongst you sheep This is to be my job for a year and a week and if by chance you anger me I will make you leak Onto the floor, into the earth She is your mother, but not by birth You will soon not forget my hair nor smile You can't help but want my job for awhile Secrets hide in pigments divided The yin, the yang are both two-sided Who said black is bad and white is good Gold to rich, brown to poor Red is the garb of a senseless whore Blue in the sky, yellow in the sun Will it still be this way When it's all undone What color are you when you do die? All of them yes I know this is true Having died more than once Hath gave me this clue When deep within death You find yourself closer to life Carrying a strange understanding Of both husband and wife Mother and father, hater and lover To finally wear the shoes of another The points on my head The dents in your fingers A misshapen soul will re-form and linger Where it did die for a second will hover Then it'll disperse to seek out a new lover Even in death you must never be alone The thought is too scary The whole notion full-grown You there! Behind the man with no head Step over here please Get away from the dead Ah, yes I see you're still yet a boy A sacrifice from God to become Satan's toy I pull from my pocket this old silver bell Around your neck it will jingle As you lead my flock through hell Stop at the River Styx To give them a drink Don't you drink the water though boy Because, as Charon would quote It's used to seal up one's fate The drenching disclosure of eternal energies Is caused by my moat My energy now When you're done run along back to me I have so much to show you in just one year and a week So hurry along as I blow you this kiss Then I'll open my book To take your name from my list Just another year and a week Until I'm right on the brink Then and only then will I hand it all over To the wearer of the silver bell Who... will then rule hell Ah the burden The strain Of this job with minimal gain When in the end just to turn it all over? To float up into the heavenly sky? I'll then ask Him if it was all a man-made lie He'll give me a bell and a smile And I'll get to be Him for awhile For a year and a week anyhow The complete turning of soil Topwards floating of oil We're all just scales On this giant snake's coil Constricting the earth For all that it's worth Having been taught by our fathers Since the day of our birth JBH 6-955