There’s an old gospel song that goes . .
“Oh, the land of cloudless days
Oh, the land of an unclouded sky
Oh, they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise
Oh, they tell me of an unclouded day”
Thats probably not attractive to Goths.
“Cloudless skies? Oh my Gawd! Can we bring our umbrellas?”
Hey – if you are into all things Gawthic, then check out Steve M’s poetry on his Outcast Press site. Steve has been a friend for a decade and we have enjoyed his poetry written on street sheets . . . and now available online.
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