The children of death have landed
silver knives in their hands
ready to **** on his demand
obeying all his commands
They start to chant, we must ****
and by his dark wishes they will
twenty six hundred of the little tikes
out to play out to **** for his delight
They move so fast most never see them coming
they are the revolution all consuming
street by street they maim and slaughter
killing brothers, sisters, sons and daughters
Watch their silver blades in their crimson hue
feel them hacking a slashing to the end of you
hear them sing their black dirge of hate
yet when you hear that, all will be too late
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 5:47 AM UTC
The children of death have landed
silver knives in their hands
ready to **** on his demand
obeying all his commands
They start to chant, we must ****
and by his dark wishes they will
twenty six hundred of the little tikes
out to play out to **** for his delight
They move so fast most never see them coming
they are the revolution all consuming
street by street they maim and slaughter
killing brothers, sisters, sons and daughters
Watch their silver blades in their crimson hue
feel them hacking a slashing to the end of you
hear them sing their black dirge of hate
yet when you hear that, all will be too late
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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