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Dead Flower Girls (Paranoia aionaraP)

The dead flower girls dance,            
They came to me in a trance,
Of faded yellow golden skins,
That did not hide what lay within,
And the steeple bathed in sunlight,
Heard crying sins of perceived forthright,
While they danced, danced, danced,
Through the winding twilight,
 
The dead flower girls sing,
They sang for a heavenly king,
Who at the time of hearing,
Dreamed of dying in a clearing,
And turned over dead,
While he slept in his bed,
And they sang, sang, sang,
Like angels of hell in his head,
 
The dead flower girls act,
With batting eyes that attract,
Any man or woman unlucky enough to see,
What lies behind nothing peacefully,
And the award is given by the academy,
Saying you tricked them all brilliantly,
While they lie, lie, lie,
To all who hear but believe blindly,
 
The dead flower girls follow you,
Down the sidewalks while your blue,
Trying to trick you and tell you,
Nothings wrong, it’ll all come to you,
And the priest who shot himself,
Is dancing with the Devil on my shelf,
While they dance, dance, dance,
Upon the hours you will never know yourself…
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