NaBloPoMo : Death’s Book Is Missing

God surveyed  the scene, and  was not impressed with what he saw

Things  were so far out of hand , even he  wondered  how to return things to how they were before!

He  knew  where the book was,  he knew that  it was safe

You  would never realized that  by the look upon  his face!

War  was getting  cranky  looking for a fight

Famine’s only interest  was what would they eat  that night.

Plague was playing  with the undead  infecting  them  with flu

He was having  fun , until God  looked at  him and asked ” Is that  really a nice  thing to do?”

The angel of death  was still sitting in God’s  hand

He  was sorry he had lost death’s  book it was not what he had planned .

God told him not  to worry  all was in his power to put things back to right.

He promised the angel , Death would have his book  before the fall of night.

God  took Death to one side  and told  that he knew

How  he had a soft spot for the humans and how he grieves  at the bad  things they do

He told him where his  book was in the leafy  dell

God  and Death  visited  the fairy  Frogs  as asked them to remove the spell.

The  Fairy  Frogs  we scolded  for  distracting  the angel of death from his work

They were duly  sorry  for distracting the apprentice  angel  who was never one to shirk.

God  then walk the earth with his old friend Death collecting all the souls of those who were undead.

They soon returned order to the earth and  removed  all memory of the last few days from every human’s  head.

So  now  you know the story and it’s ultimate and timely  end

We  can now  leave  Death  to enjoy  a cup of coffee  with his horsey friends!

He  told  his apprentice  not  to worry it was a mistake  anyone one could make

Death slammed his scythe down on the table  to stop war  and famine  arguing over the last piece of cake!

THE END, FOR NOW………………..

Musical Theme: Grandmother Fire

Run from the fiery dance

by willowdot21

OMG

The red, the yellow, God they frighten me,

the heat, the fear is all that I can see.
Run, run, run for your live’s
get your husbands, children, grab your wives.
Pound, pound, stomp, stomp the sound of people running for their lives!
Go, go this is your only chance
to escape the fiery dance.
No time for saving your possessions,
no time to find the cat
he will be gone to safety you can be sure of that.
Go, go don’t look back ,
duck, duck hear those windows crack.
How did this happen what did we do….
nothing , nothing , is that really true.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Fire Arthur Brown

Julie Driscoll Brian Auger & Trinity – Wheels On Fire (1968)

Firework Katy Perry!

Fire on Bayalon Sineade OConnor

Johnny Cash   Ring of Fire

Light my fire  The Doors

Walk through the fire.   Peter Gabriel

Fire starter The Prodogy

Alquimia Tribal – Fire Tribal Fusion – Swords

Cirque Fire Dance – Srikanta Barefoot of Cirque du Soleil

Mark H fire dance demo; deathstars, poi, staff, and double staff

The human implications of Australian forest fires

Cities Burning

by willowdot21

London’s Burning

Stomp stomp there’s panic on the streets.

They are tearing through the alleys and taunting the police.

They are burning shops and peoples homes.

No matter how hard people have worked and made their businesses by working fingers to the bone.

Families frightened out of their minds,  running  across the roof tops escaping

flames, shocked and lost having left all they own behind.

Smash Smash they are breaking lots of glass

stealing trainers, clothes and handbags this is not the poor under class.

This is not political they have no high ideals.

They are not the poor underdogs who can’t afford their meals.

If you can carry a Blackberry phone and a fashionable track suit and designer trainers you own,

your on another track., you are in another zone.

Stamp stamp the sound of running feet they are all carrying 75 inch screens and DVD recorders by the score.

“Take what you can when you can” is the gang call of the suedo poor.

Flames, flames police cars have been torched

whole shops and all their contents have all been thoroughly scorched!

People without their livelihoods, people without their homes

all because these feral louts threw fire bombs and stones.

They rant and rave and scream and bleat that they are fighting for a cause ,

they have no hope they say, no jobs and no one for them cares.

There are the jobs and there are the chances we all get just the same

it just some of us make our own  way and don’t take benefits just for gain.

A good man lost his youngest son whilst on a vigilantes line,

he only wanted to call a holt  to the rioters forward drive.

Just because he stood for right ,

these ferals having fun, drove through his line killing three,

his youngest son was one.

If ever we needed a hero, a strong leader to come along,

we need them now ! We need the police to stand up and use measures hard and strong,

for what these evil robbing thieves are doing, is all wrong.

Feral Looters

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tasmania devastated by bushfires

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