The
daughter went mad
The
mom cried, breathed in deeply and fell on the ground
The
raven wearing its black elegant suit
Was
standing, staring at every moment of that morning
While
someone else was moaning
The
son still cries
The
daughter became angry
The
mom was still lying on the grass beside the grave
The
raven in a black feather coat
Was
standing, staring at everyone
Wearing
those pathetic black clothes
The
son still cries
The
daughter was turning into insanity
The
mom was taken away
The
raven wearing a perfect black crush hat
Was
standing, staring at all those fools
And
watching the gravedigger disappear beyond the hills
The
son had stopped his cry
The
daughter was finally hysterical
The
mom was declared really dead
The
raven rose from the tree, above the grave
Took
a brief flight over everyone at that funeral
And
landed on an old rotten log
The
mom was really gone
The
daughter finally got crazy
The
son, the son… yes,
He
said to the raven:
‘Let’s
go my friend,
Who
didn’t notice you
Doesn’t
understand life
Doesn’t
understand that we’re like grass
Waiting
for a reaper,
The
Grim Reaper that owns you’
The
raven took another brief flight
Till
the shoulder of the son
Meanwhile
the coffin was buried
And
the grave was sealed,
The
mom was taken to a morgue
And
the daughter sent to Arkham.
Probably
now she’s having some fun with Joker.
And
don't ask about who was dad...
It
doesn't matter : now he's buried and...
He's The dead!
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