Here they breed the poison,
That slips slowly through your veins,
Here they brew the thoughts,
That course through your brains.
In that little dark room,
With hearts all bloody on the floor,
There in that little hole,
Where they chill you to the core.
"Listen well, dear children"
come the lies that they speak....
"Listen well, dear grownups.."
and here comes the avengeful piece...
The poison green slips down your throat,
Over the lips into which they poured
That vile of great evil,
Before you could beg for more.
It oozes spastically through your blood,
And it envelopes you whole...
From within.
~*~
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