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The spider that weeps
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Anger The spider sits there in the back of the bar, looking for his pray
What will the spider eat he says to himself, deepest thoughts poor down his
Face, as the sweet smell of a woman comes pass his mind, what will he pray on?
Deep airs blow in like the howls of the wind, deeper and deeper he weeps of sadden thoughts
Tears that smell of axes, pours down his face...taste me in the wind, taste me in your thoughts
Tastes me in your mind...The spider remember the words of that coming out of her mouth
It pours more and more in his head, driving him crazy! You will never forget me! He remembers
The words of the pray, he sits there hoping for the taste of that pray comes by,
Lingering over the phones, lingering over the bars, lingering over the street of Georgia Ave
He looks drived, and tired, as if he never slept after the taste of that pray...Come to me, taste
Me, prey on me...The pray says in his mind. The Spider is crazed and drives himself into any
Female coming by, He is still restless because nobody taste like this pray...Her voice, her body,
Her shape, her hair color, her smile....The spider is still trying to drive himself straight, finally a peace
Of mind, a peace of hope for something different, a peace of heart...but coming in all black, with
The beauty of Ebony color skin, of the divine taste of rest, the up most respected pleasure, the pray
Walks by looking at the spider with the beauty of the best let down. His mouth water, his eyes fall
To the floor, He is gone out of his mind in seconds...He try so hard to stop him from going wild.
But the pray walks by as if he doesn't have a place on earth, he can nothing but stare at her and wonder
I still want her for the taste....
