jueves, 18 de septiembre de 2008

Poema muerto #3

Hell has got a little girl,
They keep her on display,
They watch her comb her dolly's hair,
The demons watch her play.

Hell has got a little girl,
She's kept in her glass case,
They keep her from fiery hoardes,
Keep her from getting raped.

Hell has got a little girl,
They keep her locked away,
With teddies and blankies and snowglobes,
All kept there in her place.

Hell has got a little girl,
Don't ask me what for,
The only other thing i know for sure,
Is that Heaven's got a whore.

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