Thursday, February 26, 2009

Nail me to the cross.
As Jesus died.
Burn me at the stake.
As witches were.
Shoot me point blank.
As Germans had.
Tear out my heart.
As you once did.
You fake your love.
And I believed.
Believed the lies.
As if t'were true.
Yet I did not once,
Stop to ask.
Is this a dream.
A dream.
A dream.
A dream,
A nightmare.

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