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Young Killers

Kids were disappearing in a small town in Texas

Their bodies before buried were washed to be cleanest

They were found in the woods by the local authorities

They blamed their deaths on ancient horror stories

Mr. Eckles was a ***** old man who lived in a house on the hill

From his room he could watch the children play, and bide his time, leaning on his window sill

His body was found in a bear trap covered with leaves

It was led to by the buzzing meat beas and fleas

One last little girl would go missing before the killer was caught

And by the time he was snared their bodies had begun to rot

She followed him into the woods even though she was young

He was trusted, with red hair and freckles her praises he sung

At the age of eight he was killing with a baseball bat

And when they found him he admitted to all of it

He will miss elementary and junior high school

He will be thrown into life still a young little fool

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Apr 27, 2010
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