The Quiet Game

Was your childhood a bland purgatory punctuated by brief periods of shame, confusion and terror? Where clueless adults always spouting off about how grateful you should be and how this was the best and most carefree years of your life? Did they say they wanted to be as carefree as a child? Did your powerless, impotent rage fester dormant for fear of being a bad, ungrateful child? Did you long for kerosene and matches under your Christmas Tree? Do you still want to punch a wall when you see a break room post that reads “Clean up after yourself, your mother doesn’t work here.” Do I have a song for you!

The Quiet Game

I know what I’ve been told

He came when no one called

He is troubled He is weak

he has uses for the meek

Count the neighbors one by one

Don’t cry out until they’re done

Lights go out and I’m so small

That’s when the angel falls

Please say how do you do

the beast is in front of you

Count the soldiers one by one

Don’t cry out until they’re done

Lights go out and I’m so small

That’s when the angel falls

Count the devils one by one

Don’t cry out until they’re done

I know what I’ve been told

Truth makes the smile cold

Mother Father close your eyes

That’s how the devil rides

Close you’re eyes or look away

Now the devil’s here to stay

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