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The Children

Small little children,
blood gushing from there eyes.
Don't look up
or you'll see a surprise.

Shh.
Don't be scared..
Don't be scared..

Watch them bleed
Right before your eyes,
Stitch there mouths
So you wont hear there cry's.

Quick,
Run away
Run away...

See them fall
In a heap of blood.
Grab them quick,
Hide them in the mud.

Silently..
Ever so silently.

Cut them to pieces
So they may not run
Forever you keep them,
From having there fun.

You sick bastard.

Kill yourself later,
As you hang from a noose.
Suck here forever
You may not run loose.

Forever dead.
Stuck in hell.

Laughter and smiles,
Are heard once more.
As the ghost children run free.
Right out your back door.

Goodnight.
The End.
Written by XxDewdropxX (YouNoLongerWalkAlone)
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