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DANGEROUS TOYS
What’s that I got?
Why it’s a little black box
A little black box?
A fucking black box!
What’s that in it?
Just a few dangerous toys
Dangerous toy?
Deadly fucking toys!
Despised in nightmares of children
Abandoned dolls and cartoonish villains
They find their way back home
As fiendish friends and brutish reptilians
To feed upon your bones
do you want to play with me?
Is someone there?
It’s just little Lucinda
Little Lucinda?
Fucking Lucinda!
What’s in your hand?
It’s just a dangerous toy
Dangerous toy?
Deadly fucking toy!
Despised by icons of children
Forgotten dolls in years long gone villains
They find their way back home
As fiendish friends and brutish reptilians
To feed upon your bones
do you want to play a game?
Bury them in consecrated grounds
Somewhere where they will never be found
Stones made of afghans and building blocks
They will rise
THEY WILL RISE
From the toy box
Despised by icons of children
Forgotten dolls in years long gone villains
They find their way back home
As fiendish friends and brutish reptilians
To feed upon your bones
do you want to play a game?
Despised in nightmares of children
Abandoned dolls and cartoonish villains
They find their way back home
As fiendish friends and brutish reptilians
To feed upon your bones
do you want to play with me?
LET’S PLAY A GAME
(c) 2017 Frank Green
Why it’s a little black box
A little black box?
A fucking black box!
What’s that in it?
Just a few dangerous toys
Dangerous toy?
Deadly fucking toys!
Despised in nightmares of children
Abandoned dolls and cartoonish villains
They find their way back home
As fiendish friends and brutish reptilians
To feed upon your bones
do you want to play with me?
Is someone there?
It’s just little Lucinda
Little Lucinda?
Fucking Lucinda!
What’s in your hand?
It’s just a dangerous toy
Dangerous toy?
Deadly fucking toy!
Despised by icons of children
Forgotten dolls in years long gone villains
They find their way back home
As fiendish friends and brutish reptilians
To feed upon your bones
do you want to play a game?
Bury them in consecrated grounds
Somewhere where they will never be found
Stones made of afghans and building blocks
They will rise
THEY WILL RISE
From the toy box
Despised by icons of children
Forgotten dolls in years long gone villains
They find their way back home
As fiendish friends and brutish reptilians
To feed upon your bones
do you want to play a game?
Despised in nightmares of children
Abandoned dolls and cartoonish villains
They find their way back home
As fiendish friends and brutish reptilians
To feed upon your bones
do you want to play with me?
LET’S PLAY A GAME
(c) 2017 Frank Green
Published 14th Jul 2017
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Anonymous
15th Jul 2017 00:51am
Hades.. my brother.. this kicks major ass.. wish i had room in my reading list.. this needs music.. i mean i hear a slow crawl, building in to a double bass frenzy.. makes me wanna add some death growls to this.. \m/
Dave
Dave
15th Jul 2017 00:55am
15th Jul 2017 5:00am
my Darkest Lord I wouldn't dare
this is a dangerous game indeed
i give proper respect
bad ass ink..
love Crim
this is a dangerous game indeed
i give proper respect
bad ass ink..
love Crim
15th Jul 2017 6:22am
15th Jul 2017 6:22pm
this is incredibly written...methinks i'm too much a pussy(cat) to say anything else lol
15th Jul 2017 8:48pm
16th Jul 2017 4:07am
16th Jul 2017 4:59am
Anonymous
16th Jul 2017 4:59pm
my King ... your black ink
is just as dangerous
as your toys ...
definitely for the dark`est
of big boys ... love you, and all over ...
~yours Devil`lyn
16th Jul 2017 5:28pm
