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The bluebird's nest A mother bluebird sits on her eggs, fretful and worried, looking for the dregs Of the life that belonged to her. And all was peaceful and all was right, in the bluebird's nest that night. And all was good and all was bright, in the bluebird's nest that night. But the alien, the stranger, the outsider, armed with the knowledge of her own survival gently places a small token of success, an egg that will hatch to be a blight upon the nest that will suck everything away and leave only bones behind. And all was peaceful and all was right, in the bluebird's nest that night. And all was good and all was bright, in the bluebird's nest that night. A set of blue gems with a spark of life inside yet among the sapphires was a pearl the alien, the stranger, the outsider emerged from inside. And all was peaceful and all was right, in the bluebird's nest that night. And all was good and all was bright, in the bluebird's nest that night. And the alien, the stranger, the outsider having clawed its way to life Like a vacuum, began to fill itself up With whatever may come before it. And all was peaceful and all was right, in the bluebird's nest that night. And all was good and all was bright, in the bluebird's nest that night. Growing in strength, stealing the nutrients, the life from those less fortunate, It began its takeover. The little bluebirds quivered beneath it. It will truly be the death of them. And all was peaceful and all was right, in the bluebird's nest that night. And all was good and all was bright, in the bluebird's nest that night. Draining the soul from the nest Turning the mother bird into a slave of her own child The bluebirds had no future ahead, Muddied waters, An empty horizon. Emaciated, they began to lose hope. And nothing was peaceful and nothing was right, in the bluebird's nest that night. And nothing was good and nothing was bright, in the bluebird's nest that night. And the little bluebirds died in the night, and the alien, the stranger, the outsider had taken everything it had wanted and thrown it all away. It lost the one thing he didn't feel it needed. Its "mother's" love. And all was peaceful and all was right, in the bluebird's nest that night. And all was good and all was bright , in the bluebird's nest that night.

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The Bluebird's Nest

The bluebird's nest A mother bluebird sits on her eggs, fretful and worried, looking for the dregs Of the life that belonged to her. And all was peaceful and all was right, in the bluebird's nest that night. And all was good and all was bright, in the bluebird's nest that night. But the alien, the stranger, the outsider, armed with the knowledge of her own survival gently places a small token of success, an egg that will hatch to be a blight upon the nest that will suck everything away and leave only bones behind. And all was peaceful and all was right, in the bluebird's nest that night. And all was good and all was bright, in the bluebird's nest that night. A set of blue gems with a spark of life inside yet among the sapphires was a pearl the alien, the stranger, the outsider emerged from inside. And all was peaceful and all was right, in the bluebird's nest that night. And all was good and all was bright, in the bluebird's nest that night. And the alien, the stranger, the outsider having clawed its way to life Like a vacuum, began to fill itself up With whatever may come before it. And all was peaceful and all was right, in the bluebird's nest that night. And all was good and all was bright, in the bluebird's nest that night. Growing in strength, stealing the nutrients, the life from those less fortunate, It began its takeover. The little bluebirds quivered beneath it. It will truly be the death of them. And all was peaceful and all was right, in the bluebird's nest that night. And all was good and all was bright, in the bluebird's nest that night. Draining the soul from the nest Turning the mother bird into a slave of her own child The bluebirds had no future ahead, Muddied waters, An empty horizon. Emaciated, they began to lose hope. And nothing was peaceful and nothing was right, in the bluebird's nest that night. And nothing was good and nothing was bright, in the bluebird's nest that night. And the little bluebirds died in the night, and the alien, the stranger, the outsider had taken everything it had wanted and thrown it all away. It lost the one thing he didn't feel it needed. Its "mother's" love. And all was peaceful and all was right, in the bluebird's nest that night. And all was good and all was bright , in the bluebird's nest that night.