Everything seems perfect
In this heavenly trap
Tied down to a bed
Yes, tied down, she's strapped
But, she dare not complain
Nor, utter a word
She mustn't speak a sentence
No, she shan't be heard
This luscious vacation
This pipe-puffing dream
It's like a river of bliss;
A never-ending stream
So, she's ready to give up
Ready for surrender
Can no longer save her
—or protect or defend her!
She's lost in paradise;
The opiate rapture
And, nobody can risk it—
Can't prevent her death, or capture
They cannot take a chance
To provide her with false hope,
She's lost in a parallel world,
Where the answer screams: 'dope! '
© copyright 2005-2024 Fire in the Hole (Outro to Stories of War)
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