Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
And if I die before I wake,
I pray you kill the one who stole my confidence with a stake.
And the one who left me and murdered my soul,
I pray you make them die from cold,
The one who raped my head and made me crazy,
I pray you make them die from choking on a daisy.
Oh, and the one who broke my heart and burned it to ash?
I pray you make them die from suffocating in all their trash.
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