This one is about a farmer who is in the process of killing his whole family because of a pathetic drought. He has killed everyone except his son. He wants his son to be asleep when he kills him so he waits for the boy to sleep. This is about the thoughts in his mind at that juncture.
Son, we shall meet again
Among fields of crimson light.
Embrace the murky horizon,
And let the wind get tight
The storm of the passing nimbus
Shall get us to salvage pride
Please join me in this joyride!
Son, I do forget that
Your pain was all you possessed;
Its been ages since the drought has begun
Its been ages since you were caressed.
Balancing through the stride
I ask you these rules to abide
Please join me in this joyride!
Let the mirror reflect away all the venom
stung in by the nice and the vice.
Deeper than the lies you told, sharper than your head
Remember what i said!
Among fields of crimson light.
Embrace the murky horizon,
And let the wind get tight
The storm of the passing nimbus
Shall get us to salvage pride
Please join me in this joyride!
Son, I do forget that
Your pain was all you possessed;
Its been ages since the drought has begun
Its been ages since you were caressed.
Balancing through the stride
I ask you these rules to abide
Please join me in this joyride!
Let the mirror reflect away all the venom
stung in by the nice and the vice.
Deeper than the lies you told, sharper than your head
Remember what i said!
1 comment:
tss.. can u hear Mother Earth cracking..? can u hear her convulsive moan escaping through her open wounds..? i won’t sleep, Father..
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