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Author: Razor Sharp Kisses
Fiction Rated: K - English - General - Reviews: 14 - Published: 02-10-04 - Updated: 02-10-04 - id:1522512
Sugar For The Queen

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You can have a fear of the tear that can clear

The stain that came with pain from the rain

But the sunbeam can deem the issue for a scream

Melting snow can flow and become your real foe

Birds of a feather fly together in miserable weather

There's a twist with mist when you meet my fist

Crashing into your skull like a bull is my goal

Seeming quite jaded your vision is shaded while we faded

I pull your wing and hear you sing a magnificent ring

And cut your scar into the shape of a star to go very far

Even at noon the full moon comes to hear your tune

But your blood will soon flood the ground like red mud

Not even the flitter of glitter can kill the bitter

You ignored the deal now you'll feel the steel

Of my angry fit in the pit and upon you I'll spit

We can bombard the graveyard you cut with the shard

The whole nation will join the celebration of regurgitation

Sound asleep as the fox stalks and knocks on the box

Because your sweet heat for him is a delicate treat

While I crack the cardiac attack with the Zodiac

Come hither for a sliver of the flower that's to wither

We were once bound but now you've been found dead on the ground

What a shame to feed the flame with your worthless name

Whisper a hymn to hack off a limb in a light that's dim

Now refrain the hurricane caused by strawberry novocaine

Hide and cower your sour hideous wallflower

If I would gaze at the haze I'd go into a craze that's sure to amaze

Kill the metaphor that became a bore to the girl who was a whore to the core

From the succubus spills ill pus while she likes to curse and cuss

Problems as great as the nile spew vile and sickly bile

Put them upon a stage while their rage is trapped in a cage

For they became coiled when issues were toiled in minds that were spoiled

Listen to tales of all people's hails as the world fails

It used to be serene but the mean has since become clean

So don't ever moan or continue to drone while you're on the throne



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