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Cake Sacrifice
My best friends brought me to the stage
The curtain had yet be pulled
Ragtag piano music was playing
And I could hear loud whispers behind it
My bestfriends told me not to worry and left
As the curtains were pulled aside I saw
That the rows of the grand old theater
Were filled to the max of familiar faces
I knew each face and I was confused
As I sat in front off them at a table on stage
My adopted mom stepped onto the stage
Wearing a tailored suit of rich red and purple
On top of her head was a top hat that she
Took off as she bowed to the crowd
They all laughed and cheered as she did
I grew increasingly uncomfortable
As she was handed a bejeweled microphone
Into it she bellowed "Welcome, welcome
To this years sacrifice. As you know
This is the year that a human
Must pay the price." She looked at me grinning
"This girl, as you all know, is my adopted daughter"
She patted me on the head as the crowd roared
She asked me to stand up, she pulled me up
And presented me to the crowd gleefully
"Look at this pathetic waste of life."
She pinched and poked my sides then
She pushed me back down on the chair
"This years sacrificing method shall be
In the form of cake. It will be a yummy cake,
Sweet and succulent to the taste
All handmade by those who love her"
She nodded to certain people in the crowd
"Bring out the cake!!!" she screamed into the microphone
The cake wasn't very large but was carried in
With kind of ceremonial way, four people on each side
The cake was round in shape, white and blue fosting
It was perfection, deadly, sweet perfection
I realized I was crying then as the crowd grew silent
As the cake was laid before me
I looked between the crowd and cake
I knew I had to eat the cake and die
It was as simple as that, I knew
So I picked up the fork and knife
And ate until the poison kicked in
I simply felt like I couldn't keep my eyes open
They were so heavy, my whole body was
I pushed the cake away and hid my face
Everything faded to black as I felt myself die
The curtain had yet be pulled
Ragtag piano music was playing
And I could hear loud whispers behind it
My bestfriends told me not to worry and left
As the curtains were pulled aside I saw
That the rows of the grand old theater
Were filled to the max of familiar faces
I knew each face and I was confused
As I sat in front off them at a table on stage
My adopted mom stepped onto the stage
Wearing a tailored suit of rich red and purple
On top of her head was a top hat that she
Took off as she bowed to the crowd
They all laughed and cheered as she did
I grew increasingly uncomfortable
As she was handed a bejeweled microphone
Into it she bellowed "Welcome, welcome
To this years sacrifice. As you know
This is the year that a human
Must pay the price." She looked at me grinning
"This girl, as you all know, is my adopted daughter"
She patted me on the head as the crowd roared
She asked me to stand up, she pulled me up
And presented me to the crowd gleefully
"Look at this pathetic waste of life."
She pinched and poked my sides then
She pushed me back down on the chair
"This years sacrificing method shall be
In the form of cake. It will be a yummy cake,
Sweet and succulent to the taste
All handmade by those who love her"
She nodded to certain people in the crowd
"Bring out the cake!!!" she screamed into the microphone
The cake wasn't very large but was carried in
With kind of ceremonial way, four people on each side
The cake was round in shape, white and blue fosting
It was perfection, deadly, sweet perfection
I realized I was crying then as the crowd grew silent
As the cake was laid before me
I looked between the crowd and cake
I knew I had to eat the cake and die
It was as simple as that, I knew
So I picked up the fork and knife
And ate until the poison kicked in
I simply felt like I couldn't keep my eyes open
They were so heavy, my whole body was
I pushed the cake away and hid my face
Everything faded to black as I felt myself die
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