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15 years ago
A tisket, a tasket,
The Scarecrow's out his casket.
The Scarecrow's out his casket.
Now I lay me down to sleep
Whispers have planned my soul to keep
Angels are watching and wishing me well
Lovingly keeping me company from Hell
Blasphemes leak from the mind of the young
Blissfully holding wicked songs to be sung
So lay me down, Angels, and rest the pain away
So on the devils playground, once more, I can play.
Whispers have planned my soul to keep
Angels are watching and wishing me well
Lovingly keeping me company from Hell
Blasphemes leak from the mind of the young
Blissfully holding wicked songs to be sung
So lay me down, Angels, and rest the pain away
So on the devils playground, once more, I can play.
Mikanis
~mikanis
Interesting poem, but the flow needs a little work. I kept getting caught on some of the parts. great first draft though.
