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i come to you in great tidings, i come to you bearing gifts, i come to you to take that burden off! but you don't see behind the tide lies a snake, a giant serpent, but you don't see that the trojan is springing forth, leaping inside, making havoc, you most certainly do not feel pain, pleasure carries out a tragic end vastly better, a slight shift, a subtle push, a proportion cut, a kind knife, a saintly gun, a hell fiend leaps to your throat - it makes no sense said the wide eyed man grasping a knife and gun both touched with angel's blood. a slowness of the mind, an unresponsive body, a numbing of emotions: words take life, passion roars at the dragon - take me to the heavens cried the wide eyed man feeling kind and saintlike when blood reverses their flow. it makes no sense cried the flying dragon as it made flight to hell on heaven's wings - flapped no longer when a wide eyed man said don't blame me and shoved the knife deep into the dragon's back, fired the gun behaved like any gun would. it kills. bang, bang, bang, a dragon's howl is something to behold, angels fell from the heavens when their blood gets misused. it's the interpretation damn it! and thus the stars continued to shine, to twinkle, at merry man who committed his first murder, at an ambitious giant flying lizard that thought it knew better, i did not mean to - whispers the forlorn man who weeps for heaven lost. he falls hard back on earth, with eyes shining with a dragon's eyes, roars with a dragon's roar, for in his act of murder, the dragon who never truly died, gave man his first kiss, now you understand me, that voice whispers night and day to the gleeful man who believes himself headed for heaven's gate.