Sacrifice

I cannot get it out of my mouth--
my desire to stop your parade,
not sure if I can play
along with the charade,

I'll watch from the sidelines.

There's music entrapped in your warm arms,
behind your breasts--
an empty concert hall of worship.

There are bells in that domicile.
Sorry I've lost the script and forgot
where that rope hangs to ring those bells.

I will play Quazimoto best I can.

Hope is where the solution lies
In full flight and feeling free
To finding that rope
Like a small child
That you have hidden
Needing assistance so they can be
You are right in making it a hunt
Away from the bad monster
Music is made for sensitive ears,
A wrong interception could
drive someone mad
Who really isn't there.

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