we approach the man, he trembles with fear.
we can hear his screams! his pitiful tears
but yet we hover, watching his pain
he begs for mercy, but we have nothing to gain
She raises the candlestick, and hits him again
again,again,again, oh-again!!
but oh-
the memories fade
to yet another day,
with grass of jade
and a moon that never betrays-
we are on the swing
crick, crick
we sit, as
a bird takes wing-
flit, flit