Saxon

Hush To Me (Say It Again, Saxon)

6-3-20

Teaming with our Tomcat 

At our walking game of godly deeds 

Amongst the reeds of sin willing the target 

Yet still as one to win 

As the bolder facts that it's always too soon 

Singing Muslin songs far away in these of Organdy 

Therewith its participle in me 

Daubed in mud and Hid blood 

And frigid as this 

I weep and stir indeed 

Just to picnic with her 

Calling on Otot as harmonized 

By lies 

How numb the bellow fetid 

As with discord most of the sermon laundry 

Go for the burgers 

Say it again, Saxon 

In diatonic of dry spins....

Remembrance 

6-3-20

Two months solid of men 

Carousal situation 

It sounds like me in pretzels craving for the yet 

Outside the companion zone of the studio 

In remembrance of Doritos 

Be not lean mocking 

Not even now 

For songs of our Holocaust 

As the originality of the law

Rome with me by a push of joy 

And a stack of pantomime 

Leaving it up to me in the dark among cunning coils 

Left in the dark nothing we put to the axle 

Of a red moon deadly melatonin 

In burned ornamentation 

Gold hard core with these dedications 

The way I like it....