

His LullabyEvery nightmare, creeping into my sleep,His Lullaby
invades my mind, its horror so deep. I wake up, cold sweat over my skin, my trembling fingers releasing sin. As fear clogs into my screaming lungs, the only thing I need is a lullaby sung. A rotting melody ready to be heard again, the only antidote to the phantasm's end. I beckon wishfully for an angelic voice, praying that he come to me without a choice. I spy my savior, heaven's sent in disguise, chorusing the harmony with seraphic surprise. "Fall asleep in my arms, tonight," he lullabies, as I look devotedly into his dazz
Ciaran
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"Now look, no one is to stone anyone until I blow this whistle. Even... and I want to make this absolutely clear... even if they do say Jehovah." (Official - John Cleese Monty Python's Life Of Brian)
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