Asylum 9: Drop Dead Lost

Trolls, the creatures that die in the stories,
when the hero strikes his side.
Helping the hero, yes you are the hero,
helping the hero you are submit the creature.
Its time to drop dead and lose.
This time in fact, it comes for everyone.

Weeping child,
breathless babe,
come to me and pray for safe.
Weeping parents,
dying father,
loving mother,
come to me and pray for others.
Drooling dog,
Witless rat,
come to me and weep for brats.

Something place the beggers late,
the nightime follows all morrows.
Live for to day,
remember this,
the day becomes tomorrow.
The morrow follows the morrow,
the dead will follow a morrow,
perhaps the morrows many to come.
Dead is the future,
live like you will and choose deaths after fate.
Destiny is yours.

Weeping child,
breathless babe.
In your blood I have to bath.
Weeping mother,
troubled father,
In your world I travel much farther.
Restless rats,
and drooling hogs.
My life was through like yours to dogs.
Come with me and weep for brats.

Sing O song,
sing along,
song the song of bloodless dogs.
gods spelled reverse,
yet meaning perverse.
No gods here, perhaps one,
a game he loves to play.
Living large,
in your neighbors yard.
Off with his head!

Weeping child,
breathless babe.
Your fear it comes up like a wraith.
Weeping father,
Ravaged mother.
Like you shall come no holy other.
Crying dogs,
wishful rats.
From up the world will come these brats.
I am one but of these brats.

So to the weeping babe,
I'll call her mother,
I'll call her father,
I'll call her daughter,
I'll call her son,
Better called a dog,
cause lights the sun.

Say my name,
say it again.
Into a mirrior,
a legend begins.
The Weeping Reaper's Lust.
The Creeping Creature's Dust.
The Sleeping Leper thus.
I'll be a legend from in the dust.

Weeping child,
breathless babe.
Come on over and sing today.
Love thy mother,
respect thy father.
No more lovers for other farmers.
Listening dog,
whistling rat.
Like stories die, so does the brat.

Dropping down the pool again.
Dropping down from heaven sent.
We sin some more.

Do we live?
Do we die?
Are are the weeping childs crying?

Title: "Asylum IX: Drop Dead Lost"
Written by: J. Jasper Martin
Tuesday September 9th 2003
4:27 am
California.