Trinity Lobo Poems

Charles Manson

As wejourney through this trail of hell
looking through the killing well
many evil faces we see
brute and harsh, wild and free
These falling rampage angels
from hades
lurking among the murky hollows
and as we bend to the killing zone
we see a killer as hard as stone

this killers name is charles manson
his deeds in california are prancing
This killer man he stood apart
cause he was also a charismatic
leader
Demons sheltered in his soul
dragging him towards the darkest hole
Sins they built a house around him
and a dirty friend he had called Vice
as this nature plagued his spirit
you know his road it would be twisted
let me tell his history
as to you,dear sir, it's a mystery

The start of life
it was not good
the bastard son of a roadside hooker
who got knocked up
by a guy playing snooker
By the age of three
he had the cough
and mama said
" Son, please fuck off "
lived in many foster homes
had headless pops like
mr.Dick
and stubborn moms like Mrs.gomes
then he toured in
junevile houses
and fumbled into reform houses
all this weathered the pillar
on which stood an eighteen year
to-be killer

The killings didnt start right away
the devil always waits for his prey
petty crimes to his list
theft,fraud and forgery
he was in for a little while
as he came out
he wore a smile
spent his days on prisoner parole
screwing with a wrinkled hole
and once character check time was over
as was his desire to be a lover
he moved over to san Francisco
luring all the local girls
Those bitchy outcasts
and sexy teens
with promises of making them queens
At its peak in the 60,s
The manson family totalled fifty
hardcore sex they surely had
drug abuse was much in use
activities there were so many
all illegal just for a penny
it all began with " Helter Skelter"
A Beatles song that sowed the
seed
for Mr.Mansons killing needs
The song influenced him
like fire to grass
and polish to brass
in his mind he slowly sought
the influence from it he got
the vision of a superior race
which would topple the United states
Then he looked beyond his shabby
dome
a place he called home
looked way far behind
to see how many enemies he could find
and then rose the tide
as manson with his family
slit throats and cut people like goats
piercing hearts from front and
breaking spines from behind
Murder on their mind
and blood on their hands
as people fell to their deaths
breaking wind from behind
one of the deceased
was a pregnant actress
who begged for her life
bending on her knees
the actress was sharon tate
who became an object of their hate
and met her end in unhappy fate
all these acts soon came to light
with killings going on every night
and every single time they played
their signs they sprayed
"pigs" and "Helther skelter"
over the walls
to show the city the
strenght of their balls
at the pasing of time
the sun sets down on crime
one of the members was arrested
as a link in a chain goes weak
all the remainder fall
ten of the family wore the cuffs
including manson himself
Manson, your family loved you
yes, they did
to prove it, they killed the attorney
Poor Mr.Ronald
When he was found dead
he resembled the beef at MacDonald
Manson man you were supposed to
die
But you were saved by the hands of hell
and given some time before you would fry
you still live among us
and your family still vouches for you
Your influence still holds strong
Those souls to you they still belong
to this day
The last of them we heard
when one of them tried to assasinate President ford
you're on the parole list
I wonder how you got there
what good deed did you do?
and if youre free
what are your plans
maybe to rip and shred and
continually bang