Tears of Inhuman Blood

by mookoo   Jan 17, 2005


The woman smiles,
her hidden disguise,
malice growing,
deep in her eyes,

waiting for the coming day,
soon in the future,
the kids will come,
for which she did lure,

made of marble,
complete stone,
her name is Mary,
for which she is well known,

the day they do come,
she will cry,
tears of inhuman blood,
continuing her forever-bound lie...

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