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From dawn to dusk in a snap.
But it’s a filthy trap.
Walking down the street
Makes a target out of you
For evil twisted beings
That put you in a stew.
They plan to tear you limb from limb
And cut you into pieces
To feed you to their children
And wives and pets and nieces.
But when they start to cut you up
They have a great idea.
Why don’t they cook you first
And wrap you in a tortilla?
But when they begin,
They dance around with glee
As they plan to torture you
And see what they can see.
They tie you with some rope
And throw you against the wall
And nothing you try to say to them
Will make they’re “play time” stall.
Instead of waiting out the pain
Until your final end
You decide to speed it up
And to Death’s arms you descend.
When the creatures come back
And see what has been done,
They do not feel happiness
Nor have they won.
For now that you are dead
They finally see the light
And images of what they did
Bring them a terrible fright.
For that’s what happens to a school
When you cause someone’s death.
No matter how you did it,
You took away their breath.
From dawn to dusk in a snap,
But it’s a filthy trap.
- by Alyss Shadows |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/12/2011 |
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