Say not that the muslim woman is caged
by the veil that she wore for she is liberated
from the lustful eyes of men which stir
sinful desires in their hearts.

The veil is not an oppression to her
It identifies her as a modest woman of faith
It is her commitment to her religion
which will protect her from hellfire

When your heart breaks down
and you're stranded on the road called life
and Lady Luck is nowhere to be found,
get up and continue fighting against strife.
Reboot, restart and repair
as long as you live, the options are there,
why give in to despair
when you can try again?
In time you'll be back
to play the number's game.

The stage was set for the confrontation
Irene Gray became the bait
corrupt enforcers provoked into action
by a relentless reporter's investigations.

Sulong Fazwan, waited in the shadows,
assigned to protect her from the treacherous scum
It did not take long for their enemies to strike,
but they found and revealed them by spotlight.

If gunshots are music, then the battle is tango
and Irene was not just a pretty face
even unarmed; her punches and kicks show
she's a fighter who can put them to waste.

Politics is a religion
Unless you play, stop your bitchin'

There's not one who cares if you don't
So it matters not if you won't

But there's nothing that we'd rather see
Than someone windward taking a pee

He wasn't a big man by nature
but he had a big heart inside.
He's a teacher, a thinker
who pushed you to greater heights.

He used to say humans are never meant to be
as still as stagnant water
if you are not moving forward,
you're not embracing life.

We had our differences,
we had our arguments
but when I was down with fever,
he would be there to offer me a hug

Regulars lined up for a
caffeine transfusion and an
egg McSomething or other.
With the new breakfast of champions
in hand they’re ready for another
day in the neighborhood.

Back at noon along with some new faces
for a double what ever I had yesterday.
Did you want fries with that?
And none of it is fast or cheap.
They don’t call them the
golden arches for nothing.

Ive been scared to think as of late
Dream of things I love and want
It seems so much more to contemplate
Impossible to formulate

I have you now
Were together
Yet there's questions on my mind
The biggest one will you stay forever?

But perhaps not the biggest
Its a gateway question
Too afraid to pull the trigger..
Would you stand on an alter at our precession?

If I gave you me body and soul
Pay this hefty toll
I'll be right here thick and thin
Follow you straight to hell then back again

As the fire from Macwill hotel spreads,
shouts and screams filled the air
the people of London strived to save the city,
while he enters John Creel's hotel to confront his enemy.

Armed with a knife, John Creel moved with great speed
Macwill saw the man's eyes turned red but he felt no fear
even when his wounds started to bleed aplenty
he died and Mog left John Creel's body.

I’m sorry I can no longer hide it
In my dark mind from the start
Forced to deal with the violent
Fires of my once cold heart
You torched my world aflame
To dance among the embers
Now I’m shouting to exclaim
Love that everyone remembers
With stories of burning passion
That may give you the identity
I am your demons’ assassin
And your closest extremity
For this dream is just a lie
Leave the scene I say goodbye

Detective French sat in the pub
Down in his cups again
Seems he had, it all wrong this time
As he looked out at the rain

This Mog; it was, a nasty beast
No body to arrest
Just the spirit of an evil thing
My God, it was a mess!

Guy reflected that it surely was
Time for him to go
Retiring now, seemed the thing to do
He'd gotten way too slow

The things he'd thought were writ in stone
Now just didn't apply
Spirits, madness and crazy things
Were too much for this detective Guy