pale you
with my truth
guide your head
through this noose
listen
to
the
let me's

they are running
through
the breeze

battle pens drawn
mystery
colors
blue

are
violins playing on

march me to school
teach'er
me
to
read
bind me with fools
as
the
fowl
plant
the seed

mother never pretended
they were always ****** me

my flesh was there scented
in
this
hells
reality

let me close my eyes
let us begin to dream
let me clear your mind
as
we
correct this scream

back here
in
the
womb
we find it
rather
warm
they never knew
they were chewing
on
my
arm

why can't they see
if
the
third
times an charm
they had better
watch me

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