Fear And Love Poem by Dan Lundahl

Slowly the day, revives a simple way, to complete the final treat,
The clouds at sky, attracting a pry, covering the world with dark deceit!

Technologies went above, the scientist with his glove, he's scared he's fallen behind,
The confidence is in burn, it's the acolytes turn, fully functional eyes, yet blind!

The hammer it falls,
For it has heard our calls!

.. What would she think? ..

The hammer it fails,
It misses the head of the nails!

.. What would she think? ..

'Listen to me, it's obvious! Wait, and you'll see! There's this way, no other! -
It has been decided, yes! It's time to eliminate 'guess'! Controlling Earths Mother! '

People are coming, they're crowding up slumming, they're massing up like sheep,
The birds they are singing, the phones they are ringing, lining up for a smooth reap!

The verdict takes its toll,
Read out loud from the scroll!

.. What would she think? ..

The verdict it crumbles,
For conscience it rumbles!

.. What would she think? ..

I simply can't help but, think with my mouth shut, she's what I'm doing this for,
I'll give her the world, she's that one special girl, my heart tumbling so sore!

She's ruining it for me, it's obvious, that anyone could see, she's not evil, but good!
She wants flowers, she seeds 'em for hours, there's no way that her and I could!

Love is daising, soaking me,
I cannot falter at the final fee!

.. What would she think? ..

Love is daising, soaking me,
LET ME BE EVIL! LET ME BE FREE!

...... What would she think? ..

Controlling me to her gains, my heart is hers locked in chains, I'm scared that she may win,
I'm condemned to fight, it's the only thing right, I'll commit a final sin!

Fear me, be afraid, I'm silent, but not dismayed, I stabbed her with a knife,
Blood stains my black coat in proof, out of this, I cannot spoof, she would never have been my wife!

Slaughter set sermon has begun,
Fear me, drop your bags and run!

.. What would she have thought? ..

Slaughter set sermon has stopped,
My head, was chopped.

.. What will she think? ..