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“Gladys and Her Grave”
Always on the phone, spreading what she heard,
A gossiper, nothing but a mockingbird.
No secret was safe with Gladys around,
Spreading rumors and lies, she never cared, she never feared if the truth was involved or not.
Her mouth always moving, never a time it's closed.
Repeating the same story, like a record with one side.
For many years she dipped her words into causing pain in pleasure as she sustained.
Not a day passed without her her mouth a flapping.
Opening her mouth about the day or what wasn't spoken,
If nothing was said are found, she'd make something up, even absurd and broken.
Her children warned them of her lies, but their words just fell on deaf ears
Her friends listened and spread her words, like a fairytale untrue.
One day the sky grew dark, and Gladys grew panicked she just knew, the world was over as darken skies grew.
She claimed a storm of the century was on its way. All is lost, she said with certainty.
The storm came and went, and not a drop of rain touched the city's head.
Another sin was recorded for Gladys' book and another lie spread.
She lived her life in a fog an unwavering cloud of oblivion
Until one day, a knock came, a spring in her step.
Death stood at her door, he simply said it was time to go.
She couldn't go, someone was on the phone.
Death said "You've told your last lie.
She swore on her mother's grave.
I never lied, even though she knew her mother was a lying bitch too.
Tell me what you will, but it is not up to me.
Come now, and stand in line.
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In line, she stood still but her mouth still open,
Complaining, thinking it took too long.
Couldn't keep quiet, not even a moment until she reached the front of the line,
Where the Lord asked, "Gladys, where should I send you?
"I never lie, I'm a good person," she says,
"I should pass through the golden gates, into paradise, not a minute too soon.
I have much to do.
The Lord replied, "Gladys, you'd be mistaken.
"To Hell, is where you belong.
Gladys yelled, "You're wrong!" standing in dread. I can't go there!
Cast from the Lord's sight, she stood herself in a house of mud and muck.
In eternal night, where storms raged and rained endless mud drained from the house of Earth.
In a house made of her lies, turned into mud by the Lord's wish with every step she took, she sank, unable to break free.
She sat in her rocking chair, sinking into the floor,
Her phone rang but covered in mud, she couldn't answer anymore.
Even the TV she loved so much once a big flat screen, is now an old black and white set and a shell of its former self.
It used to play her favorite shows, but now it just casts pain and doubt on why she's in Hell.
Over and over it plays in black and white, her sins and a black screen and white letters saying in bold letters THIS IS WHY YOU ARE HERE!
Then shows her a short movie of what she had done, over and over again relentlessly.
Sinking to the floor flipping up onto its back and getting louder.
Years passed in this wretched state, not even a flower on her grave. Even children didn't make a mistake.
She's gone for everyone's sake.
Her children never visit, to even piss on her grave.
Gladys, once in a house of brick, now lived in a house of mud, I fear.
Every rainfall filled her walls with mud, a constant reminder.
Of her life as a liar, where truth she would she would not even bother.
She finally received what she deserved, it's true,
A consequence of her life and lies that she once knew and grew.
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