I don't want to be any kind of ranger.
I don't want to put up with danger.
I don't want to be a Blitz Pig.
I don't want to dance a jig.
I don't want to fight all night.
I don't want to count the dead at daylight.
I don't want to be a flyboy.
I don't want to be some girl's toy.
Toy pig, flyboy jig, night ranger, and daylight danger.
I don't want to see an in coming scud.
I don't want to die in a puddle of blood.
I don't want to hear a boom that's loud.
I don't want to see a mushroom cloud.
I don't want to know how bad is my timing.
I don't want to see the death toll climbing.
I don't want to this war go.
I don't want to live far below.
Loud scud, climbing blood, timing cloud, and go below.
Copyright ©2003 Ellis William Moore
March 1, 2010
Hell's gate stands open for me.
Ready to suck me down to eternity.
As I'm shown the book with all my sins.
My name goes on, I can not see the end.
Giving my soul no time to even rest.
To those demons I am just a piece of flesh.
Hoping to rip my soul from my skin,
to burn with them in this pit of fire and brim.
I'm always remind of my earthly shame.
As the demons pull me deeper into the flame.
With my eyes burning black and tongue fiery red.
I scream Lord of Lords am I really dead?
I look up because I know I did not do right,
but the Son of God turns from my sight.
Jesus of Nazareth has the only keys.
Will I get out of this burning eternity?
Copyright ©2003 Ellis W. Moore