Deadpan eyes watch the skies
Deliver vengeance in the form of thunderclouds
Drunken brawl in a
Dilapidated bar in a
Dust-blown town where
Death marches down Main Street
Dreams flood the minds of
Dower souls, giving them a
Different view on life, a
Darker view on life
Diversity crumbles on the
Distress felt when
Discovery of the
Distillation occurs
Dreary thoughts ensure the minds of the
Distressed masses
Distracting them from less
Depressing thoughts
Demons, instead, plague their waking
Dreams, giving their
Desires pleasurable existence,
Despite other opinions
Disgrace envelops the land,
Dragging the world into
Despair, giving their
Dreams nothing to hope for, ever
June 15, 1997
