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Devatchka
lolita Birkeland
Canada, Newfoundland, St. John's

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WAR

Condemned at birth I was by you

You tip your hat, you laugh, you do

You haunt me in my dreams so cruel

Your razorblade fingers, I can't escape you

 

The bed shakes up, then down, no end

You live inside my empty head

My skin turns green, decayed, unfed

Exorcise you from my head

 

You came from filth, a house so sick

You thought it fine to punish the kids

The chainsaw hacks through bones and limbs

In the basement they wait, you forgot about them

 

You plot a vendetta, you hide in your caves

You think it was justice

Served ripe to your prey

You ran fast from blame

But we will never forget your name

Oh terrorist, terrorist, you bastard terrorist

I declare war on you


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Comment by: - 2006-04-13 18:30
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now I know what it's about I can say truely, great poem...
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