Well, i read this article about a deadborn baby gettin dumped into a river... by unknown parents, and such such... he laid in a white plastic bag with a stone so he would sink to the bottom, on the stone it stood a message i believe it was something with,
This
An last lullaby
before childhood ends...
Farewell, can't you please
sink to heaven...
we loved you, but you
was empty before we
even saw you...
we are sorry for... well
your short apperance
on stage... this life was
short, maybe next time
you live double.
Farewell, can't you please
sink to heaven...
to the bottom we all will
come, when we drink from
the elixir of life, to age
another time in the end
it will reach the bottom
as so we do...
Farewell, can't you please
sink to heaven.
your mother and father
loved you, they are sorry
that it would be like this
Rest in peace...
and dont let the wolves
gather around you.
in the celestial brook you
got a secure way to freedom
where you can prosper and
flower, in a land dry and calm.
long from here. anyway.
Farewell, we wish you sink
to Heaven.. in a white plastic
bag, and no name tag, we send
with your tombstone... we
wish you bloom in freedom.
in gods baby-heaven...
farewell... can't you please
send a postcard from heaven.
when you learn to write
the celestial alphabet.
We will still understand.
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Written on 2007-06-29 at 02:09
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Baby Doe
This
An last lullaby
before childhood ends...
Farewell, can't you please
sink to heaven...
we loved you, but you
was empty before we
even saw you...
we are sorry for... well
your short apperance
on stage... this life was
short, maybe next time
you live double.
Farewell, can't you please
sink to heaven...
to the bottom we all will
come, when we drink from
the elixir of life, to age
another time in the end
it will reach the bottom
as so we do...
Farewell, can't you please
sink to heaven.
your mother and father
loved you, they are sorry
that it would be like this
Rest in peace...
and dont let the wolves
gather around you.
in the celestial brook you
got a secure way to freedom
where you can prosper and
flower, in a land dry and calm.
long from here. anyway.
Farewell, we wish you sink
to Heaven.. in a white plastic
bag, and no name tag, we send
with your tombstone... we
wish you bloom in freedom.
in gods baby-heaven...
farewell... can't you please
send a postcard from heaven.
when you learn to write
the celestial alphabet.
We will still understand.
Poetry by asshole
Read 700 times
Written on 2007-06-29 at 02:09
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