Herne

He wears the evergreen forest
the sharp horns of the strongest beast.
He is life, He is death
He is the valley in between.

He is hungry for a change
As nuclear reactions are released
He is war, he is peace
He is the future still unseen.

He blows holy smoke rings
As angels fall and devils feast.
He is light, he is dark
He is all the shades in between.

He is the wild man of the woods
He is hunted by the priest.
He is love, he is hate
He is lost in a sea of green.

He wears the evergreen forest
the sharp horns of the strongest beast.
He is life, He is death
He is the valley in between.

The devil wears a plastic mac

The devil wears a plastic mac
the truth is plain to see
Time is melting on his back
he’s going to tempt me.

The devil smokes ten packs a day
his lungs are burnt down trees
his followers, the chain saw gang
fall on their wounded  knees

The devil smiles a toothless grin
through sugar coated lips
his blood pumps black petroleum
through undulating hips.

The devil lives in boiling seas
on poisoned fish he dines
the devil thrives on  days like these
he wanders through my mind.
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The devil’s never satisfied
he’s always wanting more.
The price of progress is too high
I will not be his whore.

The devil wears a plastic mac
it’s plain for all to see
Temptation rides upon his back
longing to be free.

D.Hinson