Array ( [sid] => 121097 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => They're calling, waiting for you. [time] => 2006-06-01 05:27:21 [hometext] => I found this poem in the back of one of my workbooks, forgotten. [bodytext] => Knells call in the morning,
at the break of day.
Over the cliff,
through the ocean spray.

Nobody is safe,
no matter where they hide.
The devils will know
if you've ever lied.

God is powerless far below here,
down on Earth.
Like a brainless fetus,
the mother must still give birth.

We're hopeless mortals,
you it's true.
One day they'll come.
They'll be after /YOU/.

[comments] => 1 [counter] => 5575 [topic] => 43 [informant] => xoXOSaDiEOXox [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops ) Your Poetry Dot Com - They're calling, waiting for you.


They're calling, waiting for you.
Date: Thursday, 1st June 2006 @ 05:27:21 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: xoXOSaDiEOXox
Knells call in the morning,
at the break of day.
Over the cliff,
through the ocean spray.

Nobody is safe,
no matter where they hide.
The devils will know
if you've ever lied.

God is powerless far below here,
down on Earth.
Like a brainless fetus,
the mother must still give birth.

We're hopeless mortals,
you it's true.
One day they'll come.
They'll be after /YOU/.



This poem is Copyright © xoXOSaDiEOXox


Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT.
If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from
the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission.
If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works,
he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf.

This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com
https://www.your-poetry.com/

The URL for this poem is:
https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=121097