Little Sister


Little sister listen, dear.
This day the lion has faced the bear.
My mind's at rest. So I'll lay here.
All through the many moons of hate,
only keep on if you dare.
Little sister listen, dear.
The fetters on ankles were overweight,
Filled with salt, eyes unaware.
My mind's at rest. So I'll lay here.
God!? did you ever see such a state!?
Blonde fire with flame of despair;
little sister listen, dear.
They never dwindle; never abate.
Screams - from not within - infiltrate and snare.
My mind's at rest. So I'll lay here.
That's it. I'm done. Don't try to debate.
No! no... Stop, I just don't care.
Little sister listen, dear.
My mind's at rest. So I'll lay here.

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