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She strikes her finger across her palm
As if she's lighting a match
And she uses the heat to make skin go cold
As her finger lays upon the pale color
And in their mind - the world goes frozen
It's myth to many, but on the inside...
We know it's something we just don't admit:
The truth in what this woman's capabilities are
When she lays down her middle finger
It's said you're damned to Hell
You'll be Satan's slave to work
When she lays down her index finger
It's said you're pointed to Heaven
You'll meet God with no guarantee
When she lays down her ring finger
It's said you're married to Earth
You'll live spirited in this world
We've all heard the stories
Of how she sends her enemies to Hell
During her nighttime free-time
We've all heard the stories
Of how she works as closure to some
From death bed straight to heaven
We've all heard the stories
Of how she refuses to ever forgive
And she'll never let you die
They call her...
The 'Touch of Death'
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I lightly drag my finger across my palm
Like lighting the match of power
Letting its heat bring cold upon others
Lying my finger on another's pale skin
And within their idea - the world is cold
Most of them try and think I'm myth
But they just don't know how to admit
The truth in what I'm able to do
Down on your skin, my middle finger
And I'll damn you to Hell
You'll be my father's slave to work
Down on your skin, my index finger
And I'll point you to heaven
You'll meet his enemy with no guarantee
Down on your skin, my ring finger
And I'll marry you to Earth
You'll live alive forever in this world
They all know my stories
Of how my enemies go to Hell
In the freedom of my nights
They all know my stories
Of how I work as closure
Sending sick to their faith
They all know my stories
Of how I refuse to forgive
And some will never die
I AM SHE, I AM HER
The Touch Of Death
As if she's lighting a match
And she uses the heat to make skin go cold
As her finger lays upon the pale color
And in their mind - the world goes frozen
It's myth to many, but on the inside...
We know it's something we just don't admit:
The truth in what this woman's capabilities are
When she lays down her middle finger
It's said you're damned to Hell
You'll be Satan's slave to work
When she lays down her index finger
It's said you're pointed to Heaven
You'll meet God with no guarantee
When she lays down her ring finger
It's said you're married to Earth
You'll live spirited in this world
We've all heard the stories
Of how she sends her enemies to Hell
During her nighttime free-time
We've all heard the stories
Of how she works as closure to some
From death bed straight to heaven
We've all heard the stories
Of how she refuses to ever forgive
And she'll never let you die
They call her...
The 'Touch of Death'
----- ----- ----- ----- ----- -----
I lightly drag my finger across my palm
Like lighting the match of power
Letting its heat bring cold upon others
Lying my finger on another's pale skin
And within their idea - the world is cold
Most of them try and think I'm myth
But they just don't know how to admit
The truth in what I'm able to do
Down on your skin, my middle finger
And I'll damn you to Hell
You'll be my father's slave to work
Down on your skin, my index finger
And I'll point you to heaven
You'll meet his enemy with no guarantee
Down on your skin, my ring finger
And I'll marry you to Earth
You'll live alive forever in this world
They all know my stories
Of how my enemies go to Hell
In the freedom of my nights
They all know my stories
Of how I work as closure
Sending sick to their faith
They all know my stories
Of how I refuse to forgive
And some will never die
I AM SHE, I AM HER
The Touch Of Death
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The cost of intellectual property has gone up.
I can already feel the ideas curdling like milk,
Strings of silver silk lining
Tangling it up so neatly--
A package for the loan-shark in my bed in the morning.
A message to my lover, to whom I owe such a debt:
All you ever do anymore is take.
My poems crumble at the touch,
Fading into the clusters of Sunday brunch and Family Guy reruns.
What's the price of the two seconds of quiet
Without a pile of unfilled lines awaiting my autograph
Ruffling through the papers you'll have me sign-
What wouldn't I give to sign with the devil, over you...
Teetering on the corner of thought,
My pen limp and b
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El aire gélido se coló en la habitación y alborotó los papeles minuciosamente acomodados en el escritorio. Tronándose los nudillos de la mano izquierda, Julio se incorporó y cerró la ventana de un golpe. Afuera el cielo se caía pedazo por pedazo. Reacomodó el desorden que se había hecho en su mesa de trabajo, colocando cada documento en su lugar: los de etiqueta amarilla en la carpeta amarilla, los marcados con verde en la papeleta verde y así consecutivamente con cuatro colores más.
Procedió a sacar un cuaderno de portadas negras de su
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Son las seis de la mañana y el aire comienza a enfriar los cuerpos que se encuentran en el andén; apenas es verano pero el frío no perdona a los foráneos. Vapor sale de las ventanas que se encuentran junto al viejo reloj que hace mucho dejó de emitir el tic tac que anunciaba el próximo llegar de los convoyes. El concreto del edificio hace que las plataformas luzcan más frías y lúgubres de lo que deberían. Gris y noche hasta donde alcanza la vista. Los olores de la tierra empapada por la lluvia aún cuelgan en el aire esperando quien los acoja.
Las máquinas estáticas que esperan
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Inspired by the character "Mother Rose" - the leader of a cult who wants to turn every living human into a zombie or make them join her cult. (She's from the book Flesh & Bone in the Rot & Ruin series by Jonathan Maberry... Read it. It's not completely about zombies, it's about a group trying to escape them about fifteen years after 'First Night' or the zombie apocalypse. They have all the zombies cooped up through majority of America in what they call the "Rot & Ruin". The stories about the zombies themselves are pretty cool, but they're not he focus. But still... IT'S AN AMAZING BOOK. I like this series almost as much as the Hunger Games, and that's my favorites series ever. Read that series too if you haven't.)
Okay, I said A LOT more than intended...
Well, if you've read the book the character's look is based off her. I've only read to the point where Lilah watches the group. The next chapter I'm going to read this evening is when the scene returns to Benny, Nix, & Chong and the lion. I read the first couple sentences... Has anyone read that book, or am I wasting my mental breath here?
3.29.14
Okay, I said A LOT more than intended...
Well, if you've read the book the character's look is based off her. I've only read to the point where Lilah watches the group. The next chapter I'm going to read this evening is when the scene returns to Benny, Nix, & Chong and the lion. I read the first couple sentences... Has anyone read that book, or am I wasting my mental breath here?
3.29.14
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I think I have rot and ruin in my audible library but haven't listened to it yet. good poem!