Chunk, The Chocolate King

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He’s not hollow,
He cannot melt,
He can hop like a jackrabbit,
Though he’s got no flesh or bone or pelt.

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Oh what a hand he was dealt,
The very first chocolate rabbit,
That one-hundred-thirty-five he is now,
Is not even felt.

Created on a whim,
In an old store-room,
He was a sight to behold,
And caused a new tradition to unfold.

When his campaign was done,
The evening of Easter, 1890,
As soon as the store was locked,
Away he hopped.

That chunk of chocolate,
Ran off like a rocket,
Before he could be melted or dumped,
And it so happens he ran through,
A patch of magic dust,
Blowing by on a gust.

And never was he ever,
Heard from again,
That is,
Not by men.

But when little bunnies say their prayers,
He is the angel,
God sends that way,
And gladly he watches over,
The little dears.

He is ever so big,
And lives in his own,
Hidden grove of figs,
Far from humans,
And their modern rigs.

There’s a hollow in a hill,
Under tree number four,
Covered with a green trap-door.

Carpeted steps lead down,
To a hardwood floor,
In a giant room,
Fitted just for him.

When he first ran away,
From that window front,
In P.A.,
This is where,
He chose to settle,
Hoping no one would find him,
And see fit to meddle.

What’s he been up to,
The last how many years?
Well he calms the fears,
That reach his ears,
From the above dears.

Then makes millions,
Of mini-mes,
In his factory,
Across the street,
Under tree number three,
Which he distributes to stores,
Shopped in by people,
Like you and me.

His brand is exceptionally fine,
And bought to be indulged in,
With fine whiskey or wine,
Oh! Look at the time!
Go and get you one,
Before it’s time to dine!

His life-size bunny plushies,
So many try,
To make their products as perfect,
But theirs all lack,
When compared to the ones made,
By this aristocrat.

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Only once,
Did someone think,
He was to eat,
When he was lounging under,
Tree number one,
To get some fresh air,
While avoiding the sun.

But they broke a tooth,
And on him,
Not a mark was left,
So they were forced to flee,
Without a chance,
Of committing the theft.

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Prayerful Plea

Lord,
Do the impossible,
Lord,
Make the impossible possible.

Lord,
It seems hopeless,
My head’s gone crazy,
I can’t keep focus.

Lord,
I’m waiting on a miracle,
Cuz this shit,
Is no longer bearable.

Lord,
It’s time to come through,
If not,
I haven’t a clue what I’ll do.

Lord,
Accelerate the blessing,
Seriously,
The matter is pressing.

Lord,
It’s urgent,
This mess needs cleaning up,
Send some spiritual detergent.

Lord,
Calm the waters,
Send peace to us all,
Your sons and daughters.

Lord,
Keep my heart and soul awake,
Don’t ever let me fall,
Into such a mistake.

Lord,
Hold me tight,
There’s no other way,
For me to win this fight.

Lord,
I’m living on a wing and a prayer,
Have compassion here,
And grant favor.

Lord,
I’m taking a leap of faith,
Please tell me,
That’s not the case.

Lord,
Send angels down,
To war for me,
And turn shit around.

(I Couldn’t Have) ……….But He Could And He Did

If it were me,
I would have fled,
Before a single,
Drop was shed.

The power was there,
To disappear,
But that guy doesn’t get scared,
So it didn’t take long,
Before he was,
Beyond repair.

If it were me,
None of us would be free,
No way would I,
Have born such misery.

Dripping blood,
And crunching bones,
Torn up flesh,
By whips and stones,
Degrading and shaming,
In inhumane tones.

If it were me,
I’d have run back home,
And left the world,
To die without,
A chance to atone.

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So He was dead,
And had a tomb,
Instead of a bed,
Some people cried,
When he died,
Then almost had,
A heart attack,
When He shocked them all,
By coming back.

A super-sized stone,
Was rolled away,
‘Til again He saw,
The light of day,
And with that for us,
All debts accrued,
By sin got paid.

Help Them Holy Ghost / It Is Written

Looking around,
Is a scary sight,
For the majority,
Haven’t even heard,
There’s a fight.

Head in the clouds,
Not even hearing them,
I know they’re loud,
But I’m thinking about the many,
Whose souls will never soar,
Above the clouds.

Isn’t it terrible?
You’d think they’d care,
But they haven’t any idea,
That they gotta go SOMEWHERE……….

They’re like, oblivious,
That they’re Satan’s servants,
And it’s aggravating,
That telling them,
Makes for lots of hating.

They think life’s all about,
The here and now,
Not seeing much beyond,
Today and tomorrow,
Not knowing how this,
Will soon bring eternal sorrow.

They speak,
I cannot stand it,
Each little comment,
Tells me secrets,
Little tell-alls,
Understood by only a few,
Who walk in the supernatural.

Plaguing demons,
Apparent in everything,
They do and say,
Still they ignore the truth,
To find their own way,
As my spirit’s discerning,
I picture them burning.

It pierces like an arrow,
The realization,
That the way truly is narrow,
And it’s dreadful,
But most won’t ever find it.

Dear Lucifer

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World,
You should see,
What this guy tried,
The last time he lied!
Yeah it looked so pretty,
But it didn’t take long,
Before I saw right through it,
As my brain’s not that itty-bitty.

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Your tricks,
Are not gonna happen,
Your lies,
Won’t be taking hold,
I’m not that slow,
I know at the end of that road,
There isn’t really,
A pot of gold.

Get off this ladder,
That is my life,
I won’t be giving you access,
To another rung,
It’s time you step down,
You don’t even have a crown.

It’s not too hard to hide,
From your sorry hide,
You’re not omnipresent,
And to get anything done,
You’ve got to possess,
All the undecent,
In my presence.

Such a sorry,
Piece of shit,
Forever damned,
To be cast,
Into the pit,
You’re just pissed,
Because you’ve no way,
Out of it.

You’d better sharpen your skills,
‘Cuz the war is on,
And I’m not easily killed,
Remember now that proverb,
That a curse without a cause,
Cannot land,
And just so you know,
A hex on me,
Is a waste,
So you may as well,
Call off your lackey post-haste.

You’re not too bright,
You’ve had great moments,
And been brought to great heights,
You’re climbing higher still,
But you know how it ends,
At the final fight,
Your little kingdom,
Is gonna fail,
It gets exposed,
A little more each day,
As we get closer to,
The time you will pay.

Narrow Is The Way

You’re on the narrow path,
Be proud of it,
It’s the hardest way,
And few there be that find it.

It’s a rough street to travel,
And you mustn’t deviate,
Or your life will end,
At the entrance to,
The wrong gate.

Pearls and gold,
Beat out torture and fire,
So I wouldn’t purposely provoke,
The Lord’s ire.

You’ll be the outcast,
Be expecting that,
But no worries,
Though they can’t see it,
You already have them outclassed.

You’ll lose the ones,
On which you thought you could depend,
Be expecting that,
But don’t pretend,
Just to have them call you friend,
Keep in mind,
That what you stand for,
Will be worth it in the end.

You’ll be called boring,
Though your days,
Are full to overflowing,
Be expecting that,
And be glad your brain,
Isn’t like theirs….. slow-going.

Easter, Taken Seriously

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A long, long time ago,
A man-child was born,
Until he died,
Just a few decades later,
Crucified,
His head adorned,
With the crown of thorns.

But he was only dead,
For three short days,
He came to be,
Alive again,
And now to this day,
For the saved’s sins he pays.
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Free?
Free is for me!
That’s what they all say,
Until it comes to the deed,
That happened that day,
At Mount Calvary.

Then instantly,
It’s question this,
And argue that,
I’ve never seen such hesitancy,
For something completely free.

It’s uncanny,
Weird indeed,
This requirement of proof,
People need to concede,
That this ordeal,
Happened for real.

So disgraceful,
And undisputably unacceptable,
Misunderstanding this day,
As meant for that rabbit,
Rather than this lamb,
Will see you damned.

Oh the chicks are cute,
But can they give you,
A new life to boot?
Who doesn’t like a beautiful basket,
Full to overflowing with chocolate?
But will it get you,
Life beyond the casket?

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Think, think, think!
Life isn’t short,
Truth be told,
It’s very long,
Not gone in a blink,
Like you’ve been programmed to think,
But it’s lived mostly,
On the other side of the veil,
Spent in Heaven,
If here on Earth,
We prevail.

Going once,
Going twice,
Salvation is nice,
Won’t you accept it tonight?
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