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The Initial Shock
© November 26, 1986 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

If you see the blast of the 5000 megaton bomb
You’ll see the last of the once a shinning sun
The thermal radiation will last for about a day
The remaining population will appear to be the slain
The toxic gases will last for about a year
You’ll live in fumes with darkness setting near
The world’s on fire with coldness [...]

All without a Reason
© July 11, 1986 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

A winter without the snow
A summer without the heat
A spring without the cold
An autumn with leaves on trees
All without a reason
A cycle for the year
Are they errors of the seasons?
Or is the end drawing near.
A story without a moral
A poem without a rhyme
A critic with no editorial
A joke that hadn’t a punch line
All without a [...]

Shock Wave
© July 11, 1986 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

Institutionalized for nothing that I did
They make me agree to lies
Then put electrodes in my head
50,000 volts pumping through my blood veins
They say it won’t hurt
But yet I feel the pain
Shock Wave – burning at my brain
Shock Wave – making me insane
They finally go a victim
The victim was me
There is no way that I can [...]

The Golden Parachute
© June 10, 1986 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

Opium, Morphine, Marijuana
All three sing a happy tune
But if asked, say “I don’t want none.”
For nobody’s immune.
PCP, Coke, and Heroine
All give peace of mind
Your brain waves will resend
And you’ll lose all sense of time
This is the lesson of the day
You may take it as you may.

Revelations
© June 10, 1986 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

I sit and stare at the wall
I’m trying to understand it all
There are many versions of the story
Some are happy; some are gory
I’ve heard it told over and over again
Any yet, I have a tendency to sin
In the Bible I have found
A book so profound
It relates to today’s peace
That’ll soon cease
The destruction of all the [...]

Misery
© June 10, 1986 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

Misery is the sadness of knowing
Knowing a truth of your best friend
He with my girlfriend, I have seen
This situation, I can’t mend.
But life goes on
And the truth remains
I played the pawn
Now I wallow in pain
Misery drips from my eyes
My heart still beats
But I’ve died.

My Time
© June 10, 1986 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

I cried, I lived
I laughed, and then I died.

Russian roulette
© June 1, 1986 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

Go out, blow your minds, you can borrow my gun
Take a shot, don’t you worry, this game is just for fun
You can live, if you want to; just wait until your turn
If you miss, the sparks from the gun will make you burn
Russian roulette, Russian roulette
Play to win, play for glory, but play the game [...]

My Plea to the Lord
© May 5, 1986 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

Lord, I pray to thee my soul to keep
Here I lay on my hands and knees
I pray to you, God’s only son
Jesus Reins my kingdom come
When I die, I know where I go
It’s through God’s prayers, he tells me so
I’d like to share my happiness
Right now my friend’s futures look bliss
I don’t want to know [...]

Pirouette (Whirling on the toes)
© February 23, 1986 by Paul M. Combs, Jr. All Rights Reserved

He was sitting around,
Tending to his business.
Having nothing better to do -
He just got bored,
He played around,
He played pirouette.
The people they just laughed
and stared and they all called him names.
And for what I ask you
By they’re acting so lame.
He’s just playing pirouette
Pirouette, pirouette
He’s doing it without his shoes
Pirouette, pirouette
The sad thing is he just stepped [...]