June 15, 2011
By , Felton, CA
Shaking, trembling in their might.
Feels the power, feels the bite.
Now they take him though by force
To a land behind closed doors.
What they do there, who can tell?
Their tortures, as bad as their smell.
Don't take them for granted, it might hurt.
Don't turn your back came the curt
Yet he does, then he dies
He's the only one who cries.
We told you so, is what they said,
Now he's not the only one who's dead.

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