i SOLD MY soul to the devil he lives somewhere in america
his name is mark huckleberry or someone like that a machine
no he is head of he is a ceo central expanded organic waepn
He uses my energy to play a game called loose your soul
He uses a weapons just like the ones I use right now I am using
a psyochoric weapons yes my fingers my head my words
goodbye
Indentured labor all thru time is this planet hell or what
A stone wall built in 1649 is still standing in 2020\
The blood of the builder the sweat the tears is gone
The bent sore hands the medicine of stone ignore it
Let them take away your every last breath chuurla
Ulster I am one of your own a country lass to the bone
Fragmented demented out of my mind at two years old
Winifred Winifred Winifred who named you that name
Winifred had her head nearly severed off by angry man
Winifred became a saint after the fact the fucker failed
She became a nun with the scar marks across her neck
My Winifred she walked every day and ate garlic and
Even got on a plane when she was eighty four for CANADA
WINIFRED WINIFRED WIN A BUSH IN WIN BUSH
Tripping up on old words i heard them say the elders
Ballyheather Burndennet Killycurry Donemana/Dunmanagh
Strabane Oak City Ancient Derry them walls as thick as stone
There is a city far away without a wall where Jesus died
In Rome now is not that a funny story I mean how did he
Get to Rome from where he was. Forgive my ignorance
I was schooled in nature in water in air in stone I was
A peyote medicine took me into my small being wow wow wow
Ad three wows after all this is your poem your rhytm your dance
The greates poet is still alive you will find him on the street in
Nanaimo he is eighty plues and he is brilliant Timothy Landers
He is a solider of the heart he is a dead beat a dead ringer a bell
He is a poet the greatest poet that ever lived Tim Landers
A wee child taken and put on a train away from the war games
Today i walked on the path of stone built in 1649 by men slaves
For the stealers to rape mother earth take her silver yeah to pay
Judus SCARET.. ( I need an editor job in open ) silver coins
Oak was brought there I had a feeling that my ancestors slaves
brought seeds in their pockets to help them live in the jail
far away from Ulster far away from Donegal far away from Belfast
Seeds in the their pockets and a knife to cut of buttons
I was transported to Dungannon in a nano second stone carries
all information needed remember to keep your word always
LOWRY JUST PHONED AT 10 AFTER FOUR AM
CANADIAN TIME
NOVEMBER 12 2020
MY TIME
NOON IN IRELAND DINNER TIME IN THE MIDDLE OF
THE DAYTIME
THE NORTH TEN AFTER NOON LUNCH TIME
SO WHAT TIME DID JOAN DIE IN DOWN UNDER
TIME TIME TIME TIME
THE LAW OF TIME
ON HEARING THE NEWS I WAILED
I KNEW YOU WERE DEAD AND MY HEART SOARED WITH LOVE
NO LONGER DO YOU HAVE TO HEAR THE CRIES OF THE BROKEN IN
THAT TORTURED PLACE THAT HELL OF NO COMPASSIONATE
LOWRY PHONED AND I DID NOT TAKE TIME TO CRY I WAILED
I ASKED FORGIVENESS JOAN JOAN JOAN PLEASE FORGIVE ME
FORGIVE ME FOR DELETING YOUR CONTACT NUMBERS
IT HAD BEEN SOME TIME SINCE WE TALKED WE LAUGHED
REMEMBER WHEN YOU CAME TO VANCOUVER ON YOUR WAY TO
BANFF YOU WERE GIVING A LECTURE YOU HAD A BAG OF TRICKS
I TOOK YOU TO THE WHITE HEATHER AND ON THE WAY HOME
YOU TOLD ME YOUR SORROW AND YOUR FEAR YOU WERE ALONE
WORDS WORDS DAM I HATE WORDS THAT CONVEY NOTHING
LOVE LOVE LOVE ON A SONGLINE FROM DOWNUNDER YOU ARE
SOARING YOU HAVE YOUR WINGS NOW SEE YOU IN HEAVEN
RIGHT HERE ON EARTH WHEN WE CLEAN UP THIS BULLSHIT THIS
CORONA NOVEL WHAT EVER SORT OF FEEKING SPIN THEY PUT
APON IT i WILL DEFY THE ODDS AND SOAR
Your in heaven now far from the life you lived
so vulnerable with no defence to withstand
beautiful beloved smiling adorable Fiona
drug over dose and you only twenty two
Did anyone see and feel your pain did you
Know that life could be so harsh alone
The way forward has been blocked into the mystic you go'
into nothing just just be you into the mystic you go into your soul song into you soul dance into your soul frequency your a note a puff of smoke you are so real even you cannot stand your own self.become a buddist meditate on breath let go let go on I have seen the glory og God Jah jag jehovahahttps://www.outinperth.com/sinead-oconnors-new-song-focuses-on-the-black-lives-matter-movement/
Bright beautiful woman open womb scares men
Violent little bastards jealous jealous of wombs
Jealous of soft gentle open wombs forgiving
Life to seeds to potential to become mother
Divine mother you are a saint of all humanity
Evil man wants to kill womb kill your beauty
Here take this drug you will die no future now
Just a rotten corpse that is what evil man likes
Dead decaying beauty gone forever and ever
Fentanyl drug pushing killer stalking streets
Looking for sweet smiling open womb woman
In the name of all dead passionate sweet woman
Evil man you have not met you fate your hell yet
Stalking the community for your next victim now
Breathing your death breath ways offering a pill
Killer on the loose and silent beauty says nothing
What happened to our heroes where did they go
These now porno skanny bitches need to wake up
Wake up before you find yourself dead as a maggot
Speaking a thousand words I am but a puff of smoke
from the jail in ballyheather eighteen years tourtered
my body is full of mortal bullet holes of hate spoken
torture day in day out no laughter no freedom nada
torture words mostly grinding my pure soul into dust
yes I was dead on arrival at one year nine months dead
when did it begin the stripping away of everything real
I sang in the choir I went to sunday school miss woods
cried she loved Jesus and in him I felt my salvation
The painting says it all I barely remember doing it art
yes art releases all body pain art can only celebrate
like a secret never to be told art releases the horror
making it easier to look at but not really I look and
see blood everywhere. In my eyes so much sorrow
how did I survive my eyes are full of meaning my
lips are big. I have become a very tall tree.
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