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"Cradle"
By Anonymous

 

 

and i rest
in a cradle with beasts
full
uproaring with screams
dieying
and waking in moonlight nights
starry
can hear the whispers as they talk
softly
speaking of evil and its woes
and i lie
and i smile
to the murder and sins i've done
all in one heap
as we smile and kiss each other
and we touch
an endless moan ........
it lingers
it waits...
death and me

13 November 2000

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