"Playing the Dreadful Predator" // Last Updated 27.July.2007

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You know, there was a time when—
But, no, that was long ago.
Neglected love lies like carrion;
Too tired to chase away the crow.
O, my dear, my sweet barbarian
Ripped the fragile hymen,
Doesn’t seem so sweet anymore,
But, then, that was long ago.
Forgotten reasons mean nothing
To someone trapped in a go-no-go.
O, my sweet, my dear offspring
Playing the dreadful predator.

Love is nothing more
Than a four-letter word.
No longer will I be whorred
As a victim of your rancor.
Rage is something less
Than a four-letter word.
Forever will I digress
From the rest of this world.

Lay down, my precious hater.
This is all just a bad dream.
Careless words pierce like daggers
Too worn to fight against the bloodstream.
O, my dear – how you swagger
Into this holy self-slaughter,
Doesn’t seem so precious anymore,
But this is all a bad dream.
Conforming thoughts led to nowhere
When trapped in a sallow moonbeam.
O, my sweet little, my precious dear
Playing the dreadful predator.

Love is nothing more
Than a four-letter word.
No longer will I be whorred
As a victim of your rancor.
Rage is something less
Than a four-letter word.
Forever will I digress
From the rest of this world.

Once upon a fickle, shallow Sabbath,
When all the world was a-fighting,
Condemned dreams flit about on stolen wings.
Too tired for spread legs to be inviting,
O, my sweet, my lovely fool, who sings
Of forsaken love, sunsets, and the bloodbath,
Doesn’t seem so sweet anymore,
But this is all so befitting,
When all I have is my love, my hate
Because of this unadmitted admitting
To you, my precious, forgotten connate
Playing the dreadful predator.

Love is nothing more
Than a four-letter word.
No longer will I be whorred
As a victim of your rancor.
Rage is something less
Than a four-letter word.
Forever will I digress
From the rest of this world.

You know, there was a time when—
But, no, that time is now.
Repressed thoughts haunt the pious.
Too callous to think to unsew,
O, my dear, my silly eyas,
I watched you decompose in the glen,
Doesn’t seem so precious anymore,
But, then, the final episode is now.
This tragedienne has but one more role;
Then it is off to the isles, maybe Tokyo.
O, my dear, my sweet dhole
Playing the dreadful predator.

Love is nothing more
Than a four-letter word.
No longer will I be whorred
As a victim of your rancor.
Rage is something less
Than a four-letter word.
Forever will I digress
From the rest of this world.