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It Was On A Thirteenth When You Started Killing Me....
september night
on a friday
i was never there
your vision fooled you
with a hologram
my good spirit posting
as a mortal
while you were
radiating your glorious
aura upon the patio
of what lies ahead
i believed you so i
showed myself in
flesh instead
on a friday
it was the thirteenth
so are we now devoured
by the deceiving charm
of this superstition?
but i guess youll
be rescued by the
banging bells
of your religion
it was the thirteenth
at four a.m.
it was cold and
the sky was bragging
about its pyrotechnics
falling stars
thats what you saw
but i knew they were
fallen angels
early morning
while everyones asleep
perfect time for God to
cast them down
perfect time for them to fall
perfect time for you to fall
perfect time for me to crawl
out of my shell
and rebuild it all
that was the first year
of the last decade
of the twentieth century
when you held me and
called me baby
that was the day
you called me baby
and started killing me
