January 20, 2013
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6 feet underneath the ground,
there is a heart that chugs slowly on,
Its blackened and mangled, this heart,
It cowers beneath the ground,
Crooning to the weak of heart and mind,
Makes them it's servants,
Makes the Ground shine,
But not with ice or even water.
For you see, this heart had a daughter,
Until she was slaughtered.
And now the earth is bathed in blood,
And yet beneath the mud,
Her heart chugs slowly on.

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