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Come to me, Child

Drink from my goblet of death

Bite into my poison apple

And take your last breath



I shall then drag your corpse

Down to my dungeon floor

Tie up your little body

And silently bolt the door



I'll fasten your flesh together

Make myself a pretty face

Sewn together with many others

The color of every race.



A suite of baby skin

A belt made from their teeth

With a hat of fingernails

Shoes made from other necessities



Do you think I'm sick?

Well, you do it too

Every time you hunt for sport

Think from the animal's point of view.