Wolf In Sheep's Clothing, a lyric by Alan Ewing

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing

a lyric by Alan Ewing

Here you come in imitation of Jesus’ walk

Like a prophet from Hell with your lying talk

Your political lies reveal your true intentions

Sickly hypocrisy with the poor not mentioned

Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing

Consider all of the rot

Life of your own choosing

Within the devil’s lot

Vile nature pours out from your turgid soul

The triumph of evil lauded as your goal

Venomous hatred from your every pore

Gates of Hell open as you walk through the door

Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing

Consider all of the rot

Life of your own choosing

Within the devil’s lot

Your satanic presence leaves stench and rot

Spite, jealousy, maliciousness being your lot

Foul demonic rage is the fruit of your tree

The roots of evil are so evident to see

Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing

Consider all of the rot

Life of your own choosing

Within the devil’s lot

 

 

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Entity, a lyric by Alan Ewing

 

Entity

a lyric by Alan Ewing

Deep within your heart

Comes the call of your Creator

Far within your soul

The essence of your Maker

Lonely in a troubled night

It is God who hears your call

Troubled at the approaching dawn

Such Entity shines a Light

The Kingdom is never far away

For it lives in you here and now

Heaven reveals its gateway

As in the seeds you plough

The search for an answer

Is here for you to see

All is revealed in time

When you just exist and be

 

 

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March Jottings & Gags, by Alan Ewing

 

 

 

 

 

 

March Jottings & Gags 

by Alan Ewing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

SPIRITUAL ROMANCE

 

 

 

 

 

 

As regards my spiritual stance

It may be such illusional  trance

Maybe woven from many cloths

Will you chance to dance?

 

Shall I have many so many wives?

Or perchance upon the one?

Would you be my concubine?

If I perchanced upon the one

 

Walk ten steps behind me

If I made it so, my love

Or maybe I would worship you

Like a love from above

 

Who's to say who is right?

We all believe as our right

Though I believe in you

Right there by my spot

 

So, will you walk in the park with me

Be my love and I will gladly repay

All that your love brings to me

For that would make my absolute day  

 

 

Boogie Baby! 

 

 

 

 

Boogie baby!

In this fucking night club

Your worst tale from hell

Your worst kind of hub

 

Boogie Baby!

Welcome to hell hun

All is betrayal here

When the day is done

 

Boogie Baby!

Hello the nightmare

So horrible in nature

See that awful stare

 

Whoopsie baby!

Now is the bloody time

To let your hatred out

Such an awful crime 

Oh hun baby!

Thought you were so good

Now I just don't know

If your name is mud 

Gag

 

"I keep getting these strange numbers on my mobile" said Ethel.  "You been taking those supermarket surveys again, replied Mabel.

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Earth, a lyric by Alan Ewing

EARTH

by Alan Ewing

 

 

 

 

 

Is this the garden of Eden

In its fallen form? 

So many troubles grown

So much is torn

 

The fall of Angels bespoken

Such an awful crime 

To go against Almighty God

Such an awful time

 

Do we live this out now?

In our daily life

Cry out for the answers

In our daily strife

 

Are Angels inside of us?

As we fight the fight

Giving all that we have

With our daily might

 

Shall we walk to eternity?

Within our daily stroll

Wake up and then see

What exactly is the toll?

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