Lazarus' Dedication

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Dedicated to and inspired by Lazarus. Freestyle meter with rhyme. Theme: An expression of anger after a relationship break-up via phone.

Submitted: July 23, 2010

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Submitted: July 23, 2010

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I hear a ring and answer my phone

Only to hear the sweetest voice I've ever known

But today your voice was a subtle drone

And what I soon discover makes me groan

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"Hello...Hi my dear

Oh, I wish I could hold you near

Why don't you come over here?

I could unlock the door in the rear"

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"No, love, I can't do this anymore

Keeping up with you is such a chore

To be honest, your quite an eye soar

So let us split, I implore"

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"Wait, what have I done?

I thought we were having fun"

She doesn't reply, I want to run

Away from this life or end it with a gun

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My sorrow turns to hate

Leaving little room for debate

I must drive over to her house real late

And in the darkness, kill my dear Kate

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So I end our nice little chat

And grab my nice little bat

And enter the night, thirsty for blood like a cat

On the prowl for an agile rat

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My love for her goes away with the light

As I drive through the night

Violence seems to be the only thing right

So when I reach her house, my adreneline meets a new height

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Finally the midnight bell does chime

So I enter her room to meet her for the last time

Her shock breeds silenece matched only by that of a mime

But now I must forcefully close her two eyes of shaded lyme

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I swing my bat, and strike her head

Harder than a pound of lead

Thankfully, I have ended my dread

Now that my transcendent love is dead


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