Mom did once tell me.
Listen to me now son. Listen closely.
Don't hold your soul out to someone,
Who intends to take it.
.
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I fear you'll make a mistake someday,
And live in regrets.
Son are you listening?
I said I was.
.
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But now my dear mother,
I'm not a bad son you know?
But mother will you hate me If..
If I say it's too late?
.
.
If you ask me why, then..
Mom it's like you're asking me,
Not to play outside,
When I already have dirt on my shoulders.
.
.
It's like you,
Asked me not to talk to strangers alone,
When I was already standing,
With blood on my body.
.
.
So mom don't be sad,
It's just that my fate is really really bad,
For the tale that I tell,
Listen to Me now Mother. Listen closely.
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Everyday Good and Evil,
Met at this secret hiding place,
And decided who's turn is it.
To win that day.
.
Sometimes Good took most of the show,
And Evil receded away,
But sometimes Evil won over,
And broke human hearts.
.
But Evil, was very greedy, Mother.
And jealous of the Good, you see.
And we all know that evil Evil,
Was a master of the dark evil arts.
.
So one day Evil,
Hid a knife behind his back,
And poor Good didn't know,
That Evil would betray her.
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And coincidentally, mother, haha.
I was passing right by them then,
I was holding her hand, mother.
Of the girl I promised I'd bring home.
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But hard luck for me, mom.
For in that split second before Evil struck Good,
The girl looked into my eyes
And I told her I Love her.
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So just as Evil struck Good,
With the knife in her poor poor heart,
Mother, that girl copied his action,
And struck me too, Mother.
In my poor poor Heart.
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Mother? Do you know what she said?
Don't cry, mother, I know you will.
For She said 'Zag, I love you too but..'
'But.. I don't mean it'
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And those Four words after, mom,
Killed those Four words before.
And in the process killed me as well.
Is it fair?
.
Mom ask her.
Ask her if her heart is aching,
Or has ever ached in her life put together.
As much as my heart aches in a second.
Ask her if she's aware.
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For sometimes Good beats Evil,
And sometimes Evil beats Good.
But we couldn't tell who beat who this time, Mother.
Couldn't tell who won here.
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And so, Mother. Please.
Do not tell me not to play outside,
When it's already too late.
When I already have dirt on my shoulders.
.
Don't tell me not to hand my soul,
To someone who intends to take it,
When it's already too late,
When there's just empty spaces now,
Between these hands where I used to hold her.
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Mother I bought her all the Good,
And I kept my promise to hold her.
I guess I trusted too much, mom.
Because the evil... Evil... sold her.
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The poor Good couldn't hold her,
Too overwhelmed to behold her,
And all her promises she wouldn't keep.
So the evil, Evil sold her.
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Another Battle that was lost,
By Good for being good that day.
But this time, Perhaps, Mother.
The Loss was far too great.
.
For after this battle was won,
This little war was over.
Done and dusted by Evil this time.
The War was won and over.
(M.Z)