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Boot Heels, Silk and Mothers Milk
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Life Web weaving with the finest silk
It can break the trust of a mothers milk
Here is a lie that you must believe
Here is a truth that you must not see
Listen to the wind on this whispering eve
Do you hear the secrets of hearts bereaved
How they beat, how they beat upon those they love
Like white washed wings of the peacful dove
I thought I heard it fluttering down
Only footsteps though, in the hall resound
That quiet of peace and love I've craved
Under boot heel screams, is torn and maimed
Shut up! My throats so full of creaking
Like an old jammed door not used to speaking
These gusts within blow fetters open
What will you do once I have spoken
Once truth is bared, it's bones bleached white
How it shivers in this cold revealing light
Look at the beast with tattered wings
With hunger it slavers and a chorus sings
Songs of starvation, of desperate eyes
Probing deeply into the secret mind
It's a song that disarms and makes you hum
Forget yourself, march with my drum
Step in line there is no past
Heart and soul, be mine at last
