Post by Forte! on Nov 8, 2008 10:02:34 GMT -5
Be thine own treble-dated wanderer,
Be thine own fish in deepened water,
Your axle is broken and the handle lays on the ground,
Away from those those darkened deepened days,
I screech as none has screeched,
And scream as none has screamed,
My little heart can't take any more of this diss,
No, my avian heart can no longer fly for this thing,
Mown across the lawn are little lines of dead grass,
With the breaking of bat-winged wandering cardinals,
Oh, diversity! That I could live to let you lay!
That screeching harbringer, phoenix, fowl precursor of the end,
The bat you held in your long-scarred hands,
To beat away the shadows that haunt your heart,
My, a wish is that you could fend them off.
Be thine own fish in deepened water,
Your axle is broken and the handle lays on the ground,
Away from those those darkened deepened days,
I screech as none has screeched,
And scream as none has screamed,
My little heart can't take any more of this diss,
No, my avian heart can no longer fly for this thing,
Mown across the lawn are little lines of dead grass,
With the breaking of bat-winged wandering cardinals,
Oh, diversity! That I could live to let you lay!
That screeching harbringer, phoenix, fowl precursor of the end,
The bat you held in your long-scarred hands,
To beat away the shadows that haunt your heart,
My, a wish is that you could fend them off.
