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Hahaha My dear sweet child, Won't you come and play. Make this life worth it's while, And forget about the day. Play with fire from the skies, Count them two by two. Stay away from watchful eyes. For they will to me eschew. I am but a mere Satyr, Alone in the darkened abyss. Follow me my young Martyr. Naivety is such sweet bliss. [ Back to "Dark, Horror Poems" page ] |
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