From: Last_-Rites-@webtv.net   
      
   Where the child shall go missing   
   By the wide and wooden gate   
   It's the man who lives in secret   
   Who has spirited her away   
      
   And the big hand on the little   
   With the sun now overhead   
   And the dress is neatly folded   
   For the Dawning of the dead   
      
   Scared again the feline lure there   
   Which led innocence astray   
   Inside a purple flower hedging   
   Where so near the cold shell lay   
      
   Another and another   
   Ears stinging with demands   
   And an anger so intense now   
   Moves along like shifting sands   
      
   Within an hourglass near empty   
   Beneath a sky as black as pitch   
   One crossed over calls out in silence   
   And shaky words soon drop a stitch   
      
   Comes again before new lunar   
   A cycle cruel then vicious too   
   Fills the airwaves in a twinkling   
   With the truth within plain view   
      
   Woven tapestry of a lifetime   
   Lies above, beyond and clear   
   And when the monster shackled later   
   Sheds but only crocodile tears   
      
      
   EP   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)