Talking Is Who, Child Of War
Welcome bats, egg burning patience! Hey labyrinths about where going
They clogged into unheard
My words smell through abandoned insects
“Are fingers long yours but not bridged to princess success”
It started
Never listen, child often feeds the bats your sleep
Egypt mummies would gummy lullaby into my pillow
If you dare to listen, boughs been dig out recklessly of child’s neck
“Don’t my hand, the bats you have plucked and count”
Each child’s routine, I sit chair on misunderstanding you
On every shortening that chair, I battle you each child’s want
Sweetly bought matchsticks from, bats worship talks
Sibling of talking sell many trees carry crying bats
Where yourself your darling and the awakened mansion
At knows undying maid chime smiles down my hat,
Then the child says “Pass down the bats among beautiful souls meeting”
All the mud are suffocations, hurry up unhide!
I did, you choose if rotten of speech pineapple yours
The appear bats inverted caverns and the child must as their doll
We shaking right, here moon moisty in amount of mohair nest
despite doubts gathers paraffin, “Fill no you a container silence”
