Isn't it delicious, tasty and divine
Sugar from the mouth of God
Candy from the vine
Happiness from factories
Prepared by little elves
Angels sing in heaven
They sit on little shelves
Everywhere the promise
Of ceramic paradise
Icons of the Goddess
Made to pay the price
Like souls on ice
They pay the price
Sisters sing together
Sisters sing
Genetic engineering
Making little gods
Happy little kingdoms
Winken, Blinken and Nods
Dancing in the moonbeams
Waving magic wands
Happy little sisters
Here for a time, then gone
Listen to their laughter
So sweet, as light as air
Happy little sisters
Everywhere
Everywhere the promise
Of ceramic paradise
Icons of the Goddess
Made to pay the price
Like souls on ice
They pay the price
Sisters sing together
Sisters sing
Isn't it delicious, tasty and divine
Sugar from the mouth of God
Candy from the vine
Happiness from factories
Prepared by little elves
Angels sing in heaven
They sit on little shelves
Everywhere the promise
Of ceramic paradise
Icons of the Goddess
Made to pay the price
Like souls on ice
They pay the price
Sisters sing together
Sisters sing
Sisters sing together
Sisters sing
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Comments
I'm not critiquing your photographic talents, your journalistic gifts, or anything else, honey, but those little "angels" (abominations) just brought up my Mrs. Paul's.
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If those evil little mud-sprites can "love," I'd wager that it's the same kind of love that an LGF'er feels for the Hostess(C) Sno-Ballz as he wolfs 'em down.
Fleeting and destroying, all at once.