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Post by Mikepoet on Feb 16, 2004 10:16:21 GMT -5
Let me tell you the story of a friend of mine, He wanted easy money but he got some time. Found him one morning strung up in a cell. Don’t know what hapned cause dead men tell no tales.
All of you little boys who think that your men, Never trust your closest friend. He’s fighting a battle that he cannot win, Cause greed is the root of all of our sins.
By the rules of the beasts of prey, You fight to live day by day. With no heroes throwing their lives away. To them it’s all game to play.
Let me tell you the story of a friend of mine He wanted easy money but he got some time. Found him one morning strung up in his cell Don’t know what happened because dead men tell no tales.
Now you children who think you’re bold Let me tell you there’s a power in gold. It’s an evil from the times of old And will haunt you till your lying there cold.
In the days of the ancient kings A man could die just for a ring. As you feel the bite of a scorpions sting No one came if they heard a scream.
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Post by _black phoenix_ on Mar 21, 2004 18:37:12 GMT -5
sad, but true.
powerful write, mike. sorry i never got around to replying to this one the first time.
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Post by Mikepoet on Mar 22, 2004 20:07:24 GMT -5
Cool I have been away awhile anyway...This was one of my first poems...
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Post by darkstar2 on Mar 28, 2004 13:50:10 GMT -5
Good stuff Motorhead fan by any chance? They did a song called Dead Men Tell No Tales ..on the Bomber album (which I don't own )
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Post by Mikepoet on May 6, 2004 13:07:02 GMT -5
I wrote this when Moterhead was a thought in some childs mind. I wrote this in 1984 or 85. I was into Ronnie James Dio and Irion Maiden at time. Thank you for the read and the reply. It's been awhile since I have been here.
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