1. a dawn set creak
A gentle sun bleeds out gold rays
Pure river , so clear of pain
The grassy noels where still heads lay
and i shall stare with a mind insane
The thought of the peace fields
When children played all day
I hunched over with my dripping axe
felt like a viper snapping at their prey
The stories, theories and mystery around
the wielded pith-fork and flaming torch.
A childish game of my own name
Blasting around for there last amusement.
Then years later the demon has gone.
Well from the cheers and thing they have said
And dear mother figure has searched for so long
but she forgot to check under the bed.
On quick sweep and i get my feast
the beauty and pleasure of this inhuman gore
then the door open with a voice of "mom"
I place my voice with a switch of light to say
"mom's not here anymore"