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Priest Jordan
My love is deeper than the ocean’s depths, above all this commotion & stress
Your potion is sweeter like your focused breath, above all this hopeless mess
You’re my chosen teacher to feed my emotions zest, but it’s atrocious at best
I’m an outspoken preacher & my omens a test, but I want your opened breast

I can’t keep Hopin to keep her devotion, I’m obsessed! You’re my hostess & pet
I always notice you sweat when you’re closest to my chest, were devoted to sex
Others noted my regrets; I’m starting to feel broken till death, I’m a robe less threat
Were homeless, and in debt, plus were both frozen, upset by our demoted steps

Princess Meradeth
Jordan, it’s hard to hope when the essence of my desire scorns and blesses
Your presence alone has me torn like dresses; and I’ll forever adore its message
I’ll adhere to your sworn confessions; my love even admires your forlorn lessons
I have a newborn & it depresses, our empire calls me a whore & an adolescent

We sleep on floors as peasants, and shower at the oceans shore under heaven
I can’t take anymore I’m breathless, I’m barely coping, I see more regression
I have more questions, I keep holdin on wanting to deplete this wars progression
I’m sore from not eatin breakfast; we are eroding & need not to ignore its sentence

Priest Jordan
Meradeth, Our boys a blessing but at a steep price, plus you’re my niece & wife
I know you seem destroyed, I’m stressing at all this deep strife, let’s just keep wise
Your music is my joy during this regressive life; I bet you always will be my type
Meradeth, your my soul, my toy, I’m too aggressive, I tried to be your Priest & guy

Now I realize I’ll never be your dream or Mr. Right, I guess we better see its plight
I believe it’s time for me to die & relieve your life, don’t protest because I’ll be alright
I’ll swim deep in my own belief that I will never hold you abreast & squeeze at night
Soon I’ll drift away as peace takes ahold of you; finally rest has now seen your eyes

Princess Meradeth
Jordan my heart, this is tearing me apart, I see my surroundings & waves crashing
Don’t leave our son in the dark, fatherless & stark, all my days I now hate, everlasting
Your departure will make it hard, but my bounty will now be forever erased & amassing
It’s goodbye for now, swim far & honor its passing as your breath is chased & gasping

Priest Jordan
I will forever be disgraced by the church, never embraced by Gods words or ever saved
That is why I will not misplace your worth, never to replace your earth or severed place

Epilogue
Meradeth lived a long life, remarried and established a new family within her empire
She & son received the gift of life and now they live with her Majesty, her new sire


The END




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Beep. Beep. Beep.

And it droned on monotonous
when you live on 18 wheels in monster trucks
the honking and the constant fuss can quickly turn preposterous
and if Paul wasn't vigilant enough
his mind became a victim of
the fickle tug of wanderlust

Beep. Beep. Beep....


Sitting there in traffic, his imagination busy
The panic of commuters in their suits were fading swiftly
The pavements radiating heat became the sea
Paul was now the Captain of a schooner lazily drifting
The ocean spray and open air had caused a hazy misting
and a strange bird called out to him
Beep. Beep. Beep.

Just then the captains ship was dashed to bits
It was the reef I think he'd hit
A crash legit and being passionate the way a captain is
He stayed aboard the ship to sink with it
He said his last respects began to take the hand of death
closed his eyes and took a breath one last attempt to fight and stall
and that was when he heard the sirens call

Beep. Beep. Beep.
He tried to answer with a halted tongue
But water filled his salted lungs
Beep. Beep. Beep.


Shelly got the call at work
"there's been an accident and Pauls been hurt"
He's at St. Jude and I know it aint great news, for all its worth
He looks peaceful, like he finally got to feel the Baltic surf
And for a second he came to, and seemed he tried to call to her

Shelly arrived at pauls bed at a bad time
as he fought to hold on to his last light
She barely said one last "I love you to death"
Before his heart monitor flatlined

Beep. Beep. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeee....
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Priest Jordan
My love is deeper than the ocean’s depths, above all this commotion & stress
Your potion is sweeter like your focused breath, above all this hopeless mess
You’re my chosen teacher to feed my emotions zest, but it’s atrocious at best
I’m an outspoken preacher & my omens a test, but I want your opened breast

I can’t keep Hopin to keep her devotion, I’m obsessed! You’re my hostess & pet
I always notice you sweat when you’re closest to my chest, were devoted to sex
Others noted my regrets; I’m starting to feel broken till death, I’m a robe less threat
Were homeless, and in debt, plus were both frozen, upset by our demoted steps

Princess Meradeth
Jordan, it’s hard to hope when the essence of my desire scorns and blesses
Your presence alone has me torn like dresses; and I’ll forever adore its message
I’ll adhere to your sworn confessions; my love even admires your forlorn lessons
I have a newborn & it depresses, our empire calls me a whore & an adolescent

We sleep on floors as peasants, and shower at the oceans shore under heaven
I can’t take anymore I’m breathless, I’m barely coping, I see more regression
I have more questions, I keep holdin on wanting to deplete this wars progression
I’m sore from not eatin breakfast; we are eroding & need not to ignore its sentence

Priest Jordan
Meradeth, Our boys a blessing but at a steep price, plus you’re my niece & wife
I know you seem destroyed, I’m stressing at all this deep strife, let’s just keep wise
Your music is my joy during this regressive life; I bet you always will be my type
Meradeth, your my soul, my toy, I’m too aggressive, I tried to be your Priest & guy

Now I realize I’ll never be your dream or Mr. Right, I guess we better see its plight
I believe it’s time for me to die & relieve your life, don’t protest because I’ll be alright
I’ll swim deep in my own belief that I will never hold you abreast & squeeze at night
Soon I’ll drift away as peace takes ahold of you; finally rest has now seen your eyes

Princess Meradeth
Jordan my heart, this is tearing me apart, I see my surroundings & waves crashing
Don’t leave our son in the dark, fatherless & stark, all my days I now hate, everlasting
Your departure will make it hard, but my bounty will now be forever erased & amassing
It’s goodbye for now, swim far & honor its passing as your breath is chased & gasping

Priest Jordan
I will forever be disgraced by the church, never embraced by Gods words or ever saved
That is why I will not misplace your worth, never to replace your earth or severed place

Epilogue
Meradeth lived a long life, remarried and established a new family within her empire
She & son received the gift of life and now they live with her Majesty, her new sire


The END




Vs




Writer 11





Beep. Beep. Beep.

And it droned on monotonous
when you live on 18 wheels in monster trucks
the honking and the constant fuss can quickly turn preposterous
and if Paul wasn't vigilant enough
his mind became a victim of
the fickle tug of wanderlust

Beep. Beep. Beep....


Sitting there in traffic, his imagination busy
The panic of commuters in their suits were fading swiftly
The pavements radiating heat became the sea
Paul was now the Captain of a schooner lazily drifting
The ocean spray and open air had caused a hazy misting
and a strange bird called out to him
Beep. Beep. Beep.

Just then the captains ship was dashed to bits
It was the reef I think he'd hit
A crash legit and being passionate the way a captain is
He stayed aboard the ship to sink with it
He said his last respects began to take the hand of death
closed his eyes and took a breath one last attempt to fight and stall
and that was when he heard the sirens call

Beep. Beep. Beep.
He tried to answer with a halted tongue
But water filled his salted lungs
Beep. Beep. Beep.


Shelly got the call at work
"there's been an accident and Pauls been hurt"
He's at St. Jude and I know it aint great news, for all its worth
He looks peaceful, like he finally got to feel the Baltic surf
And for a second he came to, and seemed he tried to call to her

Shelly arrived at pauls bed at a bad time
as he fought to hold on to his last light
She barely said one last "I love you to death"
Before his heart monitor flatlined

Beep. Beep. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeee....