(she cried when she found it...its feathers were matted and pressed to it's side, it's wings were no longer able...still she begged it to fly. it's body as frail as paper and wet from her tears. she knelt in the damp grass praying it to heaven and gently pressing it's head to her heart...)
The devils in the daughters room

There will be no second knife
(i will look into his eyes)
There will be no second knife
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She reached........
For a dream..........

And he smiled as he watched her she was ever so beautiful in sleep
Like father (his son made in his image)
Her eyelids gently closed the lids concealing her dreams
He stood over her bed

One deep stab kill the hourglass
(let the sand leak slowly from it's body draw out the time until it breathes it's last)

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Why
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Why
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Why
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