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Morpheus' Requiem.
Leave the jaded lying where they will
Soulful but silent caught up in the night
wrapped in warm sheets, damp with sleep,
Suliced in dreams about black and white.
You learn too young to remember
That there are no angels
And that saints were only people
Who cared too much for those who didn't care at all.
You moan in your sleep, tossing away unpleasant thoughts
That roll right back in with the tide.
You sink deeper, where only nightmares follow...
Where is your Jesus now?
Your Muhammad in a bowl?
All your good intentions are eating up your insides
And you are bleeding with no one to go to.
So you pray. Praying that prayers are
Answered by your modern gods.
Goddesses gone or crueler than their known opposites
You drink to life, never knowing
Its what's in the cup that'll kill you.
and you drink to me, never knowing
its people like me who are the death of you
A gasp falls from your lips as
Morpheus captures yet another to sleep forever,
Proving that old gods rule after all.
