Heaken To My Council Poem by Matt Starking

I have said it once
Now will i say it twice
Not anymore
Not trice
For she wont listen
To my advice

She lives all her life
Bowing to images
And worshiping all the vanities

Thinking she is blessed
And will go to heaven
Now she perishes like a chicken
And she is soon forgotten

I will live a free man
Than to live a slave
For the beauty of the sea
Is it wave

The beauty of man
Is to live a free man
A good seed
Bears a good fruits
And a good water
Runs in a good fluids