When we stood by the lakes of fire
I knew trouble she had brought
she had ambitions in kind thoughts
I did pled with her, that we would be caught
We exchange a kiss or two
then on three ascended into the night sky
we twirled together in the black velvet
dancing with the stars in our eyes
Our mother and our mighty hand
she did never understand
oblivious then, knew nothing
knew nothing of what we had planned
We kept our sisterhood secret
we were runaways, you bet
and we left a little note both saying
Momma we ain't finished yet
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 2:01 AM UTC
When we stood by the lakes of fire
I knew trouble she had brought
she had ambitions in kind thoughts
I did pled with her, that we would be caught
We exchange a kiss or two
then on three ascended into the night sky
we twirled together in the black velvet
dancing with the stars in our eyes
Our mother and our mighty hand
she did never understand
oblivious then, knew nothing
knew nothing of what we had planned
We kept our sisterhood secret
we were runaways, you bet
and we left a little note both saying
Momma we ain't finished yet
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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