The
Laura Collins, The
Reborn from the depths of your fiery prison
Covered with ashes, and ever so brasen
Century after century
Has left you quite unsavoury
And a vengeance with much fury
In constant revival to reclaim your soul
For immortality, the ultimate goal
Your passion for the Collins men
Like a rapturous brooding hen
Laying over and over again
Cunning and illustrious
Sinfully incestuous
Wickedly felonious
Has little David in a terrible fix
Son of Laura... Spawn of The
L. A. Stone
Copyright 2005



