He skips around the rooftops
sliding into your kid's windows
Not being seen by the cops
Leaving their beds with crows
He takes them down to Death's kingdom
Using them to habit demon spawns
If children ask for pawns
They go into the burning fire
They are put back to their homes
The demons inside darken their hearts.
No longer care about the parents giving them homes
Soon only Death's children are alive
YOU ARE READING
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رعبWhen a never aging little boy takes your children away, bolt your doors and windows and stay with your children. You never know who'll be next.
