Little one, I know you're tired
Daddy will be back with worthy flesh
Lay down your head, your meal will be acquired
The kill will be nice and fresh
The humans will not suspect a thing
Their ignorance this Earth no longer needs
Little one, you will be king
Their existence will be removed as easy as weeds
Fear not, little one
Daddy will bring back their skin you love
Nothing less for his favorite son
Sleep now, my turtle dove
Cry Baby Bunting
Daddy's gone a-hunting
Gone to fetch a rabbit skin
To wrap the Baby Bunting in
Cry Baby Bunting
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Ramblings of the Soul (✅)
Poetry1st Place Winner of The Diamond Awards 2017 1st Place Winner of The Angel Awards 2017 Best Cover Winner of The Coruscate Awards 2017 Best Title Winner of The Wicked Awards 2018 • • • Hello, friend! Do you crave a horrific end or just simply a morbid...
