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Hetalia Parody - Be Our Guest
♪Be our guest; Be our guest
England's got a brand new vest
France drank up all the fine sherry
Spain kept in a pirate chest!
Prussia's got his friend Gilbird
Here's a joke: The Bird's the Word!
Please contain your anticipation
Sealand is still not called a nation!
Vodka, beer, or wine by chance?
Look, Russia's doin' the Cossak Dance
Say nothing, Latvia; I think this is just a test!
Last time he broke the plates
Over the Baltic States
Saints be blessed! Save the rest! Don't protest!
Belarus and Ukraine
I hear one of them's insane!
Be prepared, in Poland's care
To see a pony grand parade!
Belgian waffles made with care
What is up with Netherland's hair?!
What is that annoying crying?
Oh it's America's heroic chiming!
Italy's a joke; Romano's a prick
Hand's off England's spotted dick
You didn't think I would go there, guys, I bet!
Austria's got the class
But Prussia kicked his ass
Though to be precise
Miss Hungary has their balls in a vice
Give hate a rest! I did my best!
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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