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but your baby is lost
This republic is telling me
Its ready for many monarchs now.
And the tears are falling for something other than sadness,
This is just how we express the unknown now.
The little baby with his blue eyes,
Tells me he was my baby.
I am telling him if he can’t be my baby anymore,
I just hope he grows up.
And he is laughing back at me now,
“I was grown all along silly.”
And I am holding him,
Until I realize how damaging the hope could be,
When you finally realize
All you have been holding is hope all along.
I’m telling him to help me find a baby.
But your baby is lost.
I thought I was a little too diplomatic to fear war anymore,
Or maybe I just thought I was a little too successful,
To have to call them civilians at this point.
Maybe I figured the rules of war don’t apply
When you are at war
With the rules of war.
When you are fighting the system
Which represents every individual you have ever known.
With her spineless bullshit,
She is talking about raising people.
With her spineless bullshit,
She is talking about coming up to the level of people,
Like she was level with humanity all along.
Like the little girls with their high sounding dreams,
With their little dolls and palaces,
Who seem like they have it all figured out,
Until it becomes obvious,
These little stuffed princes are all they need.
And the mother doesn’t want to continue any unfortunate patterns,
But she knows well enough,
What you give birth to starts to smell,
When you refuse to feed it.
But your baby is lost.
My innocent little brother,
Was a little too selfish,
For the trappings of innocence.
My little kittens cried too far from me,
To expect a death sheltered from the rain.
It is a little silly to say they are dead,
If they are replaced.
But your baby is lost.
