Peter, Peter, Pumpkin EaterPeter, Peter, Pumpkin Eater
had a wife and couldn't keep her.
Poor old Peter worked hard all day,
while Peter's wife went off to play.
His old wife slept with half the town,
this made Peter feel very down.
Then one day Peter had enough
and made up his mind, he'd be tough.
Peter, Peter, devised a plan
to catch her with another man.
Sneaky Peter thought hard all day
on how to cause his wife's dismay.
Soon Peter set the perfect trap,
but when he caught her Peter snapped.
Not yet ready for what he saw,
sad old Peter began to bawl.
Then, in rage Peter fetched his knife
and then, quite quickly, took her life.
Now Poor Peter was in a bind,
he could not leave his wife behind.
And so he dragged them both back home
and laid them on a cutting stone.
He hacked and hacked, for what seemed days
till all was left were small filets.
The pieces left just had to go,
'fore prying eyes began to show.
He disposed of his wife's lover,
whom they will never recover,
for he threw half into a bog
and fed the la
Woman's Guile - The Caine EpicAphrodite herself came
to me. With ashen skin and flowing
onyx locks that form a frame
for the cherubic portrait lying
upon her face. She took me
up in her arms and cradled me, I
was had, and then she gave me
her name, Lilith she said. And so I
began to tell her mine, yet
before I could open my lips she
softly let her finger set
upon them and then whispered to me
not to speak, she already
knew. She placed my head in the alcove
of her neck and kissed me
upon mine, right then I fell in love.
Pride - The Caine EpicIn time, God began to feel
guilt. His rejection and silence led
to my sacrificial kill.
I was not to blame when Abel bled.
But, his word was final, he
could not revoke it now, for if he'll
be wrong it would bring on the
undoing of both heaven and hell.
And so, he said nothing of
it, instead he began to devise
a plan to display his love
and forgiveness, but I saw his lies
for what they were, and I had
no sorrow left for anyone but
Abel, my kin, whose death had
come from me, the misguided parrot...
Cast Out - The Caine EpicI was cast down from the stars
and ensnared by Terra's weedy veins
Amazed I could fall so far
in such a miniscule length of time
comatose for an eon
I laid still, a prisoner of mind
waiting for the light of dawn
to light the path leading to my kind
But the day light never came,
I existed in eternal night
Seems forever I remained
drowned by self pity, a sorry site.
With time I became restless,
and soon my conscience began to wake
to evaluate the mess
of me which I had begun to make.
At last my hands were willed to
move, and they covered my face in shame.
Tears flowed from my eyes of blue
as I realised what I had became.
Sleeping BeautyI picked her up late last night
And took her home with me
Shoulda seen us, quite the sight
My little bride and me.
She got cold in the car
And slept for most the way
The drive was far
When we arrived, I asked her if she'd stay.
She did not speak,
But silently nodded in reply.
I picked her up cause she looked weak,
And carried her inside.
I laid her down upon the couch
And fetched some candle light.
She looked so frail, could only slouch.
Her skin was ashen white.
I told my love that she look'd
Like she could use a bite to eat.
So I went, prepared to cook
For her a special treat.
I sure am glad it's thoughts that count
Cause she couldn't keep it down.
We tried and tried in great amount
But the meal ended on her gown.
I took her out of her dress
And helped her in the tub.
She decided she would rest
And wanted me to scrub.
I turned around
And let her go, getting the shampoo.
She slipped under, nearly drowned
I thought my love was through.
I pulled her out
Of the bath, saved her just in ti
Selling outI'd sell my soul
One sin at a time
Extinguish a thousand flames,
Just to preserve mine.
Narcissistic, and vain.
A man possessed
By love of this game.
Now I did not say
I'm afraid to die.
For, If I may,
'twould be a lie.
For what I fear
Is far more grave
Than lack of years.
It's lacking what I crave.
My name in thought,
Memory in book,
My story bought,
My picture where you'll look.
And these are the goals
For which I strive
As I fill my soul with holes,
To keep my memory alive.
And so my soul bleeds through this black pen
Forfeiting a small piece of me yet again.