It’s funny how you look at me, look at me with those chilling eyes For I recoil at every move you take I am a child, for heavens sake! Can your villainous self take a break? No! that would be too sweet for you, too safe it may seem As for me, it would be only a dream Your nine your old sister, thats who your hurting as though you don’t even notice the tears in her eyes, no longer a lotus You’ll get what you deserve someday the monstrous man you’ll become I hope your happy, singing like a church bell for I only pray, you die in hell
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