Monday, April 5, 2010


This is my Bethlehem
This is my lay
This is my first shame
I’m here to stay

Let us love one another

Let us die of thirst
Rest assured sweetest Mother
I’ll come out first

A part of me is flesh and bone

A part of me is clay
A part of me is dead and gone
A part was born today

All day long it shall rain

Clouds fill up the skies
But the sun shall rise again
Right from your eyes

Curtains to be ripped apart

And mirrors I must shatter
This is where it all must start
But does it really matter?

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