Dreadfully waiting,
Silently hating,
The time is now come
for this horrid one.
Grotesquely planning,
Inwardly chanting,
Outwardly panting,
now is the time for work to be done.
Frigidly loathing,
Ancient forboding,
In a way there is nothing
love is not fun.
Naturally crying,
My heart is dieing,
Terribly trying,
this song is done.
Copyright 2004 Derelict Dream (David O. Wilkins)
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