Catching Feathers

If my child should die before me The sweetness of youth A smile that sings Eyes alight Insanely butchered Perverse drooling Horrific beyond restraint Lord of the dance Lust is murder For this brave man High slaughtering general In a white feathered army Mort knows your name His before your time I'd love to see you suffer Too much to be called a crime The sweetness of youth A smile that sings Eyes alight Insanely butchered Perverse drooling You cannot even pray For you have no God