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Kids In The Night

Stalking in the night
Filling kids with fright
Noses bright
Vicious bite
Hair curled tight
Faces filled with glee
Coming after me
It’s time for us to flee
Red is all I see
White face
Tight embrace
Handles me without grace
Blood is all I taste
My oh my
Time to die
No time to buy
This is my final try
Brutal fight
Using all my might
Knife gleams in the moonlight
It feels so right
I’m one of them
Time to begin
Is this a bad omen?
The circus is what I must attend
Then their lives shall end




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