And you Thought you killed the One you wanted to kill??? Dream on Dreamer, Babies shit everywhere but there is always someone who cleans the place!!! Its their characteristic…
Einsame’s message to you!!!
Einsame Blumen was as clever as can be,
She knew of the trap you had set for thee.
For she loves Shakespeare just as you,
She knew the script you had looked into.
She had by far remembered those words,
Strange conversation from butterfly absurds.
She was guided through by her little blind dog,
Not the one who leapt around like a frog.
His name by far was Serrius B,
He told me so it was meant to be.
He told me by far to hunt you down,
Around the world and within town.
Yes, I followed did so do, yes just that,
I found the baby who was the cause of that.
He is the cutest by far anyone could be,
He is innocent and as wondrous for me.
I don’t care just how he looks,
He is but one of the naughty cooks.
He innocently told me the story by far,
Guided me through each of the star.
Today I have realised you worked on the mind,
To find out more that what you could find.
You played on the passion that people had,
You either made them happy or very sad.
But I have a friend by name London,
He showed me what came at sundown.
So I was prepared that it would be you,
The one I loved with the heart so true.
But how could I tell you is a mystery by far,
For you went according to the written star.
So I played my way from that day,
To take on characteristics of everyday.
Each day by far was a different star,
The ones I learnt and understood by far.
This told me the pattern you had learnt to dance,
I walked on without a second glance.
For I am constant as the Northern Star,
I live in the North and am naughty by far.
I realised that you were are reflection of me,
If I was positive you were negative energy.
So I applied the principle in reverse,
And that is how we both began to converse.
I learnt of you way back in 2009,
When you were walking your hand in mine.
I never trusted a word you said,
For you were male and I was filled with dread.
I never asked you about your life you see,
For the tongue has no muscle, its wild and free.
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