And the heavens did open and from them my sorrow came forth,  
Bleeding down upon us all we sleep, we weep.
We do not realise until we begin to drown, we are lost!
Lost. Lost from what keeps us sane in our reality.

The bloody bedclothes you rest upon strangle you as you lay awake at night,
Trust comes far too easily to you, it turns you bitter.
Have I been dripping acid into your ears for too long now?
You should have told me, I would have increased the quantity.

Raping my mind with thoughts of a better humanity,
Humanity can’t get ant better than this, we are animals.
Animals my children animals, you play with so innocently,
You play with them, as puppets on a string.

She always did love to play.