Mystery voice inside my head
Banging away, what was it that it said.
Am I mad psychic or what?
Should I see the doc
I don’t think so, it says I am your grate uncle less
His voice clearer than mine
So I am psychic that is fine
What is it that you want?
A message to give your grate aunt
But uncle she dead too
Isn’t she with you.
No son he whispers she’s down below.
I’m not going there no no no
Go away uncle stop pestering my head
Find someone else instead
Life’s to short to wonder why
If your going below or up to the sky.
- Author: Tennysonman ( Offline)
- Published: December 10th, 2017 15:54
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 9
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