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Apr 2011
horrible little monsters come out to play
sink the sun for the rest of our days
scare one and all, make them scream
close their eyes tight as you whisper, "it's not a dream."
poke them and **** them hour after hour
lock them away in the world's highest tower
make them beg for water and food
shun them and say, "don't interrupt, that's rude!"
send them on marches down the coasts
walking over coals as they roast
and when they start to beg their God to die
smile and say, "there's no man in the sky!"
laugh as they double over in pain
smirk as they slowly become insane
and soon the world will all be one
full of horrible little monsters, your work is done
Β©erinquinn2011
Quinn
Written by
Quinn  Bremerton, WA
(Bremerton, WA)   
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