Mary had a little lam,
With it's heart as black as coal.
What she didn't know,
Was during the night,
It came back and stole her pitch black soul.
With her last words on a paper to her mom,
"Look at me mom,
I'm dead and bleed freely,
I expected protection.
I wanted your affection.
I now expect you to drown in sorrow,
Unless you don't mind,
For a soul,
Your soul I must borrow."
She turned back in horror,
Only to find the sheep waiting,
Waiting.
With its ****** mouth and bleeding eyes,
It looked at her,
It smiled with pleasure,
For it could see her filthy lies.
It loved the smell, the look and taste of her mother,
So much so, that it couldn't wait to feed on poor Mary's baby brother.