Lonesome strangers saying their last words,
Crying out for their mothers,
They want to see all of the cream,
But god has given them rain.
Why do the morbid live so freely?
Why do the righteous have their trees?
All I know is that there is light,
Light for you and them.
Author notes
Written February 16th, 2006
A contest entry
- Amphigory, n by the tregetour.
380 points, ended February 16, 2006, 3 entries
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