Why do you cry, you silly little whench
You perform your duties, your calling - amen
Bless you, bless you, poor creature so dear
Just do as you're told pray tell
no one else knows the pain so well
Viscious viscious the cycle repeats
deep wounds treasures so deep
count count one two, five, twenty sheep
finding that peace in that person hell/well
10/27/15
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