Holy ghost
By Brett Dan
You may call me the holy ghost,
I'm not your typical host.
I'll serve dinner for two,
With a size ten shoe.
When you land, you'll have a different attitude
You curse this earth,
With your decadence and indifference.
When dinner is through,
I go for the throat.
Carpe Jugulum.
Take back what was given to you.
My blood boils when I watch you,
Feasting on humanity.
I've been a gracious host,
Gave all that I had,
Never asked for thanks.
Your greed knows no bounds,
Time to clean the plate.
Cut down the family tree.
I'm the holy ghost; I go for the throat.
At the point of no return.
You may call me the holy ghost,
I'm not your typical host.
I'll serve dinner for two,
With a size ten shoe.
When you land, you'll have a different attitude.
Take back what was given to you,
My blood boils when I watch you,
Feasting on humanity.
I'm the holy ghost,
I've been a gracious host.
Gave all that I had,
Never asked for thanks.
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