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| Baby's rattle Left unused Mama's busy Baby abused Clear grey skies Baby cries Mama's busy Baby dies Tiny corpse In a cot Mama's busy Baby rots Shallow ditch Filled with mud Mama's busy Baby blood |
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| Close your eyes, my child, make sure you sleep tight Ready for the creatures to come in the night They'll stroke your eyelids and watch you breathe Until the dawn they shall not leave With their sharp fangs they'll bite off your nails Stick pins in your cheeks with their long furry tails They'll slash at you with hooks and saw off your nose Pull out your hair and break all your toes Smash your head in and watch the blood stream They'll screech with laughter at your splintered scream Pull apart the toys you've had for years Soak the remains in your bloody tears So sleep, my child, rest well tonight Because, for you, these elves I'll fight |
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| The pyramids at Giza To your second storey flat A screeching topaz eagle To your little tabby cat You always wished for immortality It's taken seven thousand years to learn It's not all it's cracked up to be You didn't ask to be forever young Now too weak to lift your head You watch your friends pass away And wish that you were dead Years of wisdom passed you by You squandered your gift of time You had every age to learn it all And every mountain left to climb From a marble Roman palace To your second storey flat Your fleet of battleships To your little tabby cat |
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| Copyright Bryonia Mohnesk 2002 Email me if you want to use any part of this work |
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| You make a man, you make him walk You give him feelings, you give him thought You give him a burden like a stone You give him a path to travel alone You give him a purpose, you give him a goal You give him a reason, you give him control You give him merories, you give him a past You keep him slow or make him fast You give him senses, you give him a voice You give him chances, you give him a choice You give him a future, you give him a life When he can't manage, give him him wife! |
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| Jezebel In her hands she holds a splintered hell A pain rips through her she cannot quell Come meet princess Jezebel The damsel in distress Surrounded by pieces of her shattered shell Eyes widen in terror she won't tell Stupid damsel Jezebel Bind your arms with strips from your dress Princess Jezebel has to look her best Jezebel She sits in silence under a spell Innocent, she won't confess Stupid damsel Jezebel Her prince is long gone Bandages cover where she got it wrong Only brick holds up her tower Her life keeps her in another's power Damsel in distress Stupid damsel Jezebel Cut off her hair and pretend she's a rebel Head in a fine mist it won't expel Beautiful no one to impress No one thinks of our lost princess Jezebel |
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| Would you dance among the clouds If they were stabbed with lightning? Would you love your translucent moon Without her inky sky? If all was pastel-coloured Choked in blankets of security If you were bound in chains And living was risk-free Could I trust you to break away? Risk it- follow me I'll show you cliff edges Thin ice and dark clouds silver linings I'll show you fragile hearts The spiders on the cobwebs I'll show you shadows dancing Living breathing many faces Would you dance among the clouds If they were stabbed with lightning Would you love your translucent moon Without her inky sky? I'd show you the views from the cliffs The spangles of light on the ice The beauty in danger Dark clouds silver linings |
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