Cut out my tongue, and slit my throat
I bleed crimson regret for you.
But only if you ask nicely.
We mustn’t forget our manners.
For every job that must be done,
There is an element of fun.
Cut my throat and slit my tongue
Lies spew forth in snake like hisses.
I am here for your amusement.
But only if you ask nicely.
Bleed my eyes and strangle my soul.
Silent death, choked on my own lies.
Abandon your playthings,
Childhood is gone.
You need to grow up
Santa is just mom and dad.
Lock me away,
Keep me safe,
Keep me silent.
I am your new plaything. Are you done with me yet?
Strike my soul, send me to the fire.
But don’t forget, for every job that must be done...
E.A.G. aka Wicked 9/13/05
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