Their Blood Is On Your Neck!

THEIR BLOOD IS ON YOUR NECK!

My rhythm will not change my message tune,

So if you want to dance get a good groom.

You are the peoples person who blooms,

Your bed is the cushion made from modern wool,

Piled up to your very abode’s roof,

You groom your men, and provide all their food,

But they are as ungrateful as fools,

You can’t understand them, and they ask ‘can’t you?,’

They start to call for CHANGE and the clamour is so SOON,

As if they had initially been fooled.

 

My rhythm will not change my message tune,

So if you want to dance, get a good groom.

You drive in your own cruse,

You see the malady of the state’s rule,

But all that is just a fluke!

For you are in a safe mood,

The land is bad and their bad is full,

But at least you can afford your own room,

The people would cry and cry to pool,

But all that does not concern YOU!

 

My rhythm will not change my message tune,

My small expression will make no attempt to prune,

So if you want to dance, get a good groom.

Father of all the poor is your own look,

Least on the list is still you,

But cheap bribe will not make you spook,

You hold out the spoon, and hide the scoop.

Leaving others to lament amidst their pool,

 

If one of theirs can just sit on the stool,

All their pains would receive a good push.

 

My rhythm will not change my message tune,

So if you want to dance, get a good groom.

For the great day is coming,

And with it shall come the great ordeal,

Where the JUDGE shall sit on his royal seat,

To receive every who was given the try,

There you shall be, in the danger of HIS FURY,

Nay, the fear is not what matters,

But the inevitable verdict, with a loud roar,

When he shall say; THEIR BLOOD IS ON YOUR NECK!

 

My rhythm will not change my message tune,

So if you want to dance, get a good groom.

My small expression will make no attempt to prune,

You can see the priest,if you want it cool,

But my rhythm will not change my message tune,

So if you want to dance, get a good groom.

For THEIR FLOWING CRIMSON BLOOD awaits that great day,

When all the ears shall hear them condemn thee,

And the roar of the GREAT JUDGE;

THEIR BLOOD IS ON YOUR COCONUT NECK!!!



One thought on “Their Blood Is On Your Neck!” by Levuz (@Levuz)

  1. I love the rhymes and yes! We’ll all give account for every act of ours here on Earth..

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