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Media games aren't tame Try to shove me into death "Look out H E R E..!!!" They scream In a silent evil tongue Evil because they use my own Inner voice to fool me Zot thought Slips in and out Like a creepy sneaky Tiptoe-when-I'm-sleepy Siren of death. "Come die again Mother" it is really saying "Come to dinner again, Heart" it hisses. Use Indigo In-you-go Homeward that way lies Turn away from the flashing spies Who've still got too much of you And use it to magnetize you Towards them and death. If you think you can get in and get out again Without lost will increasing Decreasing down there While you stay unaware By the blue glare And the little or not-so-little Black magic words Written on the big folding pages Of a newspaper - Think again. copyright 1997-2002 Panjoyah |