Never did signs of Santa Carla read one way.
The first showing tormentor.
They convey double meaning they say,
For those who dared to enter.
For the ones that had called it home,
It was an endless cycle of possibility.
But, as they sat in their repetitive dome,
All events opposed tranquillity.
Behind each flickering light was a children's nightmare.
Behind each poster, was a hidden meaning.
Behind each young boy was a lingering glare,
Corrupting the overweening.
A family brought together by blood,
Though not in the way you'd perceive.
Do not be deceived by the blossoming stud,
Or normality is what you'll grieve.
One girl who feared but fought,
Naive was her synonym.
Her foolishness caused her to forfeit a lot,
To protect the fashion victim.
