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Shakespeare's Monkeys

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More in MosquitoBytes Volume 02: Amaranthine Fetish - 2005

Mother, Mother

Spurious Being

Mother, Mother
Your little boy was slowly dying
Had no hope
Not an answer
To the pain inside him
It took so much
Just to keep living
He had to find a way
To calm his
Raging heart
Each day
So he just laughs
No joy it brings
Lost his hold
On humanity

Mother, Mother
This sweet girl
She's got me crying'
She seems to
Know the way
To bring back
More of me
Each day
So don't you fret
I'm quite all right
Even as
I scream at night
She makes me laugh
With the pain she brings
As she gives me back
My humanity

© 2005, Mosquitobyte

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