OLIVER WANTS ROMANTIC WORDS

She wants words? Romantic words to squeeze out a smile from her heart, And diagnose the functioning of her left ventricle? How about we nail her to her own cross? Ropes secured,tight and stronger than her teeth; We'll tie round her limbs like a frog made ready for an experiment; We will need a blindfold to send her into a dark moment, Where,her mind can skip a bit to worlds unknown and afar; A burning bush without smoke she will see- A replay of the Exodus Moses' scene; But then,the drumming within those flames and the chanting and rejoicing; And the cry of cows and goats under slaughter, More like that of her mother while Olliver's head got stuck in between her legs; And finally,the smell of blood! Fresh,human blood dripping from her head, Like a drill had been made into her skull like a water pump; The shower with blood,a dressing for sacrifice! And the taste of fresh human blood, Disgusting that the same flows within her! Still trapped in the worlds unknown and afar, She screams and screams, Mummy,mummy,mummy! But her mother did not travel with her; Her chest gets stuffed up like a congested nose in a cold; And the pounding of her heart alerts the universe she's in danger For it shakes the ground like an earthquake, And before we sink into the earth with her in our hands, Loose like untethered goats,we set her free from the terrific prank! To go out and testify, That romance isn't the only marker for diagnosing heart failure, But also four letters used to make one word, FEAR, The theme around which nightmares form, The major weakness of man, devil's tool!