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Poetry By: ElizaZenith

a bit creepy, but aren't we all ?

Submitted:Apr 5, 2012    Reads: 39    Comments: 10    Likes: 4   

Souls will wither in the dark,

taken young from down the park.

Just hear the screams from family,

'oh please bring back my baby'

But no, they'll stay right here with me,

they're my new playthings now you see.

Eventually though they'll learn to relish,

making other people perish.

Then you'll see how wrong you were,

all you thought to teach them was just dirt.

Now i'll raise them up to be just like me,

What murder masterminds they will be!


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