DON'T JINX IT

The chimeara was like before

Laughing loudly, echoes endured

Are we still the same, rooster?

Sister, are we finally one colour?

It was not supposed to be

One soul for another freely

By one hand: mine, made it rain

Blue painted on walls, purple chain

In this world or another

I would be someone who could dance

But I would not be a sister

Rooster, red, pink, you scared me

Always with me, but you joined those

Rats, informers, enforced us

Silco was right, the gun reaches

Who put all those holes in him?

There were holes in me since birth

What was it fucking worth, Vi?

I'll end the cycle; trick, swink,

But don't J-J-JINX IT.