Tic-Tac-Toe
TIC-TAC-toe, TIC-TAC-toe,
And we are at war with ourselves.
We are like little, scary dwarfs
We sit, all the best in ourselves is destroyed.
TIC-TAC-toe, TIC-TAC-toe,
And they draw crosses on our backs.
Our sins are sometimes so great,
That we are walking a mile atonement.
TIC-TAC-toe, TIC-TAC-toe
We shed blood reluctantly.
We are innocent of being traitors
And we perish, flying into the abyss.
TIC-TAC-toe, TIC-TAC-toe
We laugh at someone's pain,
And even heavenly messengers,
Sprinkle their wounds with white salt.
TIC-TAC-toe, TIC-TAC-toe,
And we are still behind the fence.
We have violated all the laws of logic,
And we catch the air with our mouths closed.
TIC-TAC-toe, TIC-TAC-toe
We couldn't change ourselves.
We are still big fans
The ones that burned us in the past.
Copyright © Tamara Gabriel | Year Posted 2020
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