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Its sinew convulses
And its muscles contract
Waves spiral on down
Spiral down its track
Up and down length
Shifting from head
Down to its back
Ebb and flow
Inside of the spiral
Inside of a hug
A canary is choked
While the head hangs above
Beady black spheres
Watch over its prey
With slithers to say
Its grapple is perfect
As it squelches away life
A Suffocating twitch
Is the end of her strife
Its head knelts down
And strokes yellow feathers
Scales meeting plumage
It seems that finally…
They are together.
So What's the plan?So! What's the plan?More Like This
What the heck is life all about?
It's all about the man and how he shouts
It's about the grand master plan of a very powerful man
And how he forces upon us his master plan
What is the name of the game we play?
And why does it mock everything we say
Life is a game and the name of the game
Is to outplay the rest with a burring flame
We are living this game that we call a life
And everyday we feel the pain of the jabbing knife
The knife that jabs into our back
The man laughs as we pick up his slack
If life is a game and it's played by outplaying
And the man controls everything that were saying
How are we suppose to get ahead?
We have to get rid of the man instead
If the man is working from day to day
What exactly ware we suppose to say
Fight back with your decent human rights
It's your only chance - so fight fight fight!
Are you in a battle that you can not win?
Are you trying to walk agents the blowing wind?
Are you swimming upstream agents co
Sgt. DivineMore Like This
A few of the men say this used to be a church, but it's hard to tell anything in this storm. We are pinned under a black and violent sky that has held us inside this crumbling room since we arrived yesterday morning. The water slides along the cracked ceiling and bombards us from different spots.
Captain tells us to keep our weapons dry, but he knows it's impossible. The floor clutches our boots with three inches of sucking wet mud. If the wind ever dies down we'll have a better look around this old place, but for now we just listen as it batters the trees into the stone.
None of us know how long we have to wait here. Captain says we are to protect this structure so our side can launch rockets from it if the war ever begins. Barnes says there isn't going to be a war. He says neither side is willing to start it; but here we are, drenched and freezing, just in case.
In the brief moments when the wind and rain pause we can hear the water trickling down through
AfterlifeMore Like This
A desert road.
A body lies on the road. SAM is sitting on it. It is his corpse. He gets up. Looks at the body, and looks at himself. He feels himself for fat. He goes stage LEFT. As he reaches the end, he stops. He then goes stage RIGHT. He stops. He looks out toward the audience. He goes upstage. He goes downstage. Finally, he glumly takes a seat on his body again and sighs heavily with his chin in both hands, elbows on his knees. He stares at the ground and takes no notice of his surroundings.
Enter CHARON, stage RIGHT. He is wearing simple brown robes and a walking staff. Middle-aged and balding. He drags his feet, hunched over and head down, like someone who has been on his feet for a long time. Noticing SAM, he straightens himself. He takes a scrol