Minor Matter by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA from the Book of Immersion (Lyrics with a Biro)

Minor Matter

I'm just Minor Matter

That is all I am

Someone's passive income

Getting what they can

I am climbing sand dunes

Slippery ice under my feet

The Machine watches on

It feeds off my defeat

We are minor matter

The seeds we sow and scatter 

Grow weeds upon the streets of liberty

The machine has taken you 

and now its come for me

The machine don't care

It loves despair,

It's love's despair

It's stealing time like you wouldn't know

An atomic bomb and it's gonna blow

The hearts of children

in the poppy fields

The machine grew up 

And stole our dreams

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The Death Bed by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA, (Lyrics with a Biro)

 The Death Bed by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA, (Lyrics with a Biro) 

The Death Bed

And so my Dear

As you lay here

With a look of deep regret

I laugh, 

Nothing is perfect 

Is it Dear?

Even those

Who reach their goals

Seldom get their dues.

Failed pleasures,

Life ensues

Does it not

My Dear?

What is that you whisper?

Or was it just a whimper?

Let me lie a little near

Ah

That,

You should have said dear

I had no idea

I would have willingly kissed

Those antique cheeks

For a divine intervention

A lovers’detention

To make you spew

Some words of redemption

A dying confession

I’d have dressed as a priest

Released my love beast

Gorged on its feast

Of guilt released

You really should have said dear

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