Children Poem by Chey Lyon

Children



I sneak into your children's room
Unsuspecting bride, unknowing groom

But won't you know so very well when your rotting children burn in hell?

Your first child is seven
I have an axe
He dosn't know for he's relaxed

He'll be more than unconcious in a minute
That neck of his will have my axe in it!

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Chey Lyon

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