The Dead Children

by Marienne   Feb 4, 2012


At A Rain That Would Lie
Then A Children Would Die

They Would Play Until They Die
They Would Ask Why

When Walking To The Dark Path
A Black And Unlucky Cat

In A Haunted House A Cliff
Where Somebody Would Belief

In A Bloody Way
Maybe The Day

For The Night Would Die
For What Happen To There Cries

There Laughters Would Be Here
Maybe There Very Near

They Might Eat You Very Fast
But You May Or Would Last

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