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A Pale Lullaby

Updated on November 29, 2010

Hush little ones...

fitfully you toss, turn...

the time for sleep is coming...

Though the difference be obscure.


Why fear you rude awakenings?

you won't awake alone...

I grasp you with bone cold hands...

coddling every one.


A bad thought, I seem...

Your wrong and thats my pain...

sleeping within my grasp...

snore if you will - I'll whisper.


I'm not cruel but gentle...

having naught against a soul...

won't harm the ones that open their eyes...

claiming the eternal goal.


Though dreams are nightmares come true...

do not fret or morn...

"God is a God of love alone." says you

too bad those words do burn.


For my fathers sake I wonder

If calamity will roust you still...

not wanting to feed you to the dark...

for my sake kneel.





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