Soothe the ways of dead relics
Come quietly to the ways of dead relics
Please be my giver easer, pleaser of dead relics
Hellish in politics with wasting of dead relics
Death of the scream yet to dream of dead relics
Quietly obscene on the scene of dead relics
Dead relics are the names of those we forgive
In absurdity, and murder, bye to those dead relics
Peaceful Moons
The feeling, the thoughts
The lust and love it brought
Its silent with humour
And a passionate glance
Like peaceful moons
I may take a chance
Her eyes of blue
Her long dark hair
Ill see her soon
Tho all I do is stare
If shell be my muse
And lover
And excuse