The little one in blue
So pretty but had no clue
The horrors of this world
The skin burns and mind is curled
Oh the deformity!
How it takes over quickly
Flowers that fester and eyes that boil
Blood that's black and the hearts that coil
Disfigurement is beauty
But people gives us pity
from our skin thats peeling
but we have no feeling
We drowned in lakes
In ovens we bake
our deadly tone
and the voices that drone
On and on we shall sing
Of bugs and death and other things
Oh the deformity! The children whisper
the ones who are scarred, there words a whimper
The beast who eats things cold
with black buttons so bold
sewn into the eyes so he cannot harm
another one with his devilish charm
And oh the deformity of our litlle
one in blue,hair so brittle
her throat is burned
but none concerned
her needle and thread
to fix all the dead
she brings them to her world
where the skin burns, and the mind is curled
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