The fat Rasputin
The magic has died
She can’t do a
thing
She can’t bring
back her spell
The mirror has broken
The pieces fall to
the ground
The million pieces
spread around
There is no hope to
spell
The fat Rasputin
In the lights she
enters
The Lord of Host
commands
She can’t cast her
spell
She stands naked
The bubbles of
droplets flow
She can’t say her words
The records flash
on the board
The fat Rasputin
The angels take her
away
Into the dark
dungeon she will go
Cleanse up her soul
In the silence she
will scream
“It isn’t fair I am
in
I am not the only
one”
But nobody shares
her dilemma
The fat Rasputin
In the cold dark
floor, she sits naked
Feeling how she has
fallen from grace
She can’t cast her
spell anymore and she cries
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