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Dis Ain't No Place For You Boy
Dis Ain't No Place For You Boy
~ Lessons from the Gullah Isles ~
He told me this was a place of fallen angels
Marked by the furies who marched on Towers and Ramparts
And all were readying a place for me as I passed through the
wrought iron Gates should I too stumble and fall
There are only two days that count
Your first day in and
Your first day out
He taught me this lesson as he had others
In whispers
And although I had only seen one octave in the light and the dark
I recognized the trappings of the City of Dis as a bastard conceived in her defiled Walls
I walked and lived with Him among her murderers, seducers,
heretics, thieves, and sorcerers
They smiled at me
Shook my hand
Patted my head
Welcomed me
One beckoned me, with His consent
I went
Through charcoal skin and baritone tremble he read to me,
Thou wilt see the guilty on this day linked together in chains,
Their raiment of pitch, and the Fire covering their faces. 14:49-50
Dressed in a proper suit and tie on this sabbath by my mother
Her Southern affections reasoned this would afford me protection
should the city descend to the ninth level
God would recognize me
Save me
But He wasn't known?
So why would I be?
His final walls were foretold in his branding
74A1036
Then fabricated for His peace they counseled me
One for his
Head and feet
Chest and back
Left and right
I dug a Moat around his entombment
Promised I'd plant cherry blossoms there
Woeful unfulfilled vows of a child
He forgives this of me
As he crosses the Bridge to whisper once again
First in my left,
The Lord kills and brings to life; he brings down to Sheol and raises up. Samuel 2:6
Then with a teary kiss to my right,
Dis ain't no place for you boy
Presented in the SIXTH challenge hosted by laceyspacey
~ Lessons from the Gullah Isles ~
He told me this was a place of fallen angels
Marked by the furies who marched on Towers and Ramparts
And all were readying a place for me as I passed through the
wrought iron Gates should I too stumble and fall
There are only two days that count
Your first day in and
Your first day out
He taught me this lesson as he had others
In whispers
And although I had only seen one octave in the light and the dark
I recognized the trappings of the City of Dis as a bastard conceived in her defiled Walls
I walked and lived with Him among her murderers, seducers,
heretics, thieves, and sorcerers
They smiled at me
Shook my hand
Patted my head
Welcomed me
One beckoned me, with His consent
I went
Through charcoal skin and baritone tremble he read to me,
Thou wilt see the guilty on this day linked together in chains,
Their raiment of pitch, and the Fire covering their faces. 14:49-50
Dressed in a proper suit and tie on this sabbath by my mother
Her Southern affections reasoned this would afford me protection
should the city descend to the ninth level
God would recognize me
Save me
But He wasn't known?
So why would I be?
His final walls were foretold in his branding
74A1036
Then fabricated for His peace they counseled me
One for his
Head and feet
Chest and back
Left and right
I dug a Moat around his entombment
Promised I'd plant cherry blossoms there
Woeful unfulfilled vows of a child
He forgives this of me
As he crosses the Bridge to whisper once again
First in my left,
The Lord kills and brings to life; he brings down to Sheol and raises up. Samuel 2:6
Then with a teary kiss to my right,
Dis ain't no place for you boy
Presented in the SIXTH challenge hosted by laceyspacey
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