Let me be your Pocahontas
And save your flashy flesh
From evil eerie edifices
And fearsome chainmail mesh
Then we fall to the ground
Rolling in the marsh
Gnashing all the hour
Drinking nails so harsh
Burning death desire
Knives so vainly posh
Wait a moment longer
Then in my blood wash.
Nasty nasty poetry
Makes my sadness burn
Sister would go blow a tree
If she didn't learn.
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