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Father, I've no hands

Father, I've no voice

Take me from this

I cannot take myself

(She would writhe on the ground

Screaming up at the sun

Covered in filth

Ravaged by the dogs)

Honey tongue, pride and joy, such a soft voice

Silver child, sweet and mild

Live forever in this beautiful garden

You, the bright, shining light in a blue sky

Tears for you are tears of joy

You won't ever die

(Running down the line

She would beg for water

Without a tongue

Blood flowing like a river from her open mouth)

Marcus: Who is this, that flies away so fast?

If I do dream, would all my wealth would wake me

If I do wake, some planet strike me down

Why dost not speak to me?

You were there, lifeless stare

Turning lead white, so serene

Snap your neck

Dead in the cold light is how you came to the garden

You won't ever leave

Bled 'til noon, raped and torn

But this is the last day

Oh, goodbye, shut your eyes

Turn your head away

You died right here in the garden

I killed you with my own hands