Skylark's Tables - Printable Version

KIADA

you've polished this anger

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now

it's a

knife

KIADA

this is your sport,

but she's not playing a game

do not think you are safe

because you love her

do not think she will not stain her mouth

red with your blood too

REXANNA

they say the loveliest angels

make the cruelest demons

your fall was not

an accident

you were chosen

for the damned

REXANNA

because you, like Rome,

were built on ashes

and you,

like a phoenix

know how to

rise and resurrect

REXANNA

I am your friend

a soul for your soul

sun or water,

here or away

we are a lighthouse

we leave and we stay

KIADA

your girl is a soldier

and her mouth tastes like blood,

dust, fire, home, and battlefield

don't worry mother,

your daughter is a soldier

KIADA

REX

they own this town,

maybe that's why we get no ground

we could go,

if we don't it's a pity 'cause

i could tell you it'll change

but it never does

he told me i was holy

REXANNA

we're all killers

something somewhere had to die

so we could stay alive

SUNJATA

if there's one thing the gods love,

it's tragedy.

with wings that burn

and boys who fall

SUNJATA

not yet corpses,
still we rot

SUNJATA

i was born a fighter, where the lines between

right and wrong don't exist anymore,

i am the

judge, jury, executioner

i am the weapon

that hands out the sentence

REXANNA

i think there's a

flaw in my code

these voices

won't leave me alone

well my heart is gold,

and my hands are cold