He panics, feels around for a stone and hurls it at the brightest point. The sound of breaking glass echoes around the cave. As his vision is restored he catches sight of two golden gloves about
Foot in diameter hovering away down the tunnel. When they disappear a resounding crack sears across the roof, and it collapses all around him. Our hero is trapped once again.
This is it he thinks, failing to move any of the fallen rocks.
All the pumpings nearly over for my sweet heart,
This is the one for me,
Time to meet the chef,
O boy! Running man is out of death.
Feel cold and old, it's getting hard to catch my breath.
S back to ash, now, youve had your flash boy
The rocks, in time, compress
Your blood to oil,
Your flesh to coal,
Enrich the soil,
Not everybodys goal.
Anyway, they say she comes on a pale horse,
But I'm sure I hear a train.
O boy! I don't even feel no pain -
I guess I must be driving myself insane.
Damn it all! Does earth plug a hole in heaven,
Or heaven plug a hole in earth - how wonderful to be so profound,
When everything you are is dying underground.
There's not much spectacle for an underground creole as he walks through the gates of sheol. I would have preferred to have been jettisoned into a thousand pieces in space, or filled with
M and floated above a mausoleum. This is no way to pay my last subterranean homesick dues. Anyway I'm out of the hands of any pervert embalmer doing his interpretation of what I should look like
Ffing his cotton wool in my cheeks.
I feel the pull on the rope, let me off at the rainbow.
I could have been exploding in space
Different orbits for my bones
Not me, just quietly buried in stones,
Keep the deadline open with my maker!
See me stretch; for gods elastic acre
The doorbell rings and its
Good morning rael
So sorry you had to wait.
It wont be long, yeh!
Shes very rarely late.
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