Boquitas Pindatas

(The Dream)

The little painted mouths
Decry the betrayal
Thrust upon them
Their normally dulcet tones
Shriek bloodless echoes

The salt from their tears
Streaks the perfect red paint
La Sueno! La Sueno! La Muerte!

Their throats are raw
Still they cry
Their arms unfurled
Faces to the sky
La Sueno! La Muerte!

The little painted mouths
Twisted in a violent frown
Decry the betrayal
To the blood red moon

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