All The Little Children
By Black rose
All the little children come to me with flowers Smiling faces, litte teeth, not knowing what the futer hold "I am here to cast a spell" I say "My Momy says that you'r a bad man" a child says So I take out my wand I do a trick I make one disapeer The rest scream with terror and run for there lives They cannot escape me, I am there father now Written April 20th, 2002 © on Apr 20 2002 09:03 AM PST 10 • 0
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"All the little children come to me with flowers..."