Mary of The Hurrberry

Mary of The Hurrberry
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Andrew Defrederico - 2019 Mar 12 18:42


Where has the strange land gone if it was for us to be with all along?
Can it be, can it make us see, what we will be.
If in the land of milk and honey, breathing children desire the pain,
and I will see you for it.

Here, come here, over my child, strike the heart and put an end to it,
Mary enchants words so penetrating of love, a feast it speaks.

Do you see the clocks? They are swiping left and right in fields of grey.
Azures of the dreams make me be, sad and lonely on the cruising ships sailing away.

Do you make it for me, what you cannot see?
I will not give to you in this land of milk and honey.
Says, Mary, the queen,  I have you a fortnight in my dreams.

Wives are home, children are dead, and one of all the rest,
bleeds for us, as we are the dead. Oh, yes, Mary, we are the dead.
If you want to see, if you can be. Strike the heart of the children,
and the clocks will go back in time to the changing world all around.
This changing world is all we know... for now and on.

Oh, Mary, please, can you see, we are lonely, and need not be dead,
and if the hat gives a sway, a spinning turn for the worst,
the children will have it this way.

Please, Mary be mine for the day. If we have a chance to live out our dreams,
you will see, I cannot have thee. And you are dead for the night, what we will be.
Kill the children, their dreams are ours. Oh, Mary, you are so thoughtful of words
I cannot please. Please let me bleed. Bleed on the children for me.

Mary says, out you come, little rat of far away land. Peek-a-boo, I can eat you.
I see where you are, my senses of sight and sound give the tell tale of ones dead
and still at large. Oh, and large I am, when the children I have eaten are in
bottomless pits of me. Will you still see? No, Mary, please! Children scream.

My youngens bleed for Mary... bleed for me. Scare the Hurrberry fair for the depths
of fair circle endeavours a he! And he becomes... the she of the Hurrberry fair we,
as the children locked in deep will see.