Prison Rhyme Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum
Prison Rhyme
Knives and ghouls
A pair of fools
Tip-toeing creaks
The sound of shrieking freaks
Hands floating out of cells
They grab him like the hands of hell
Squeeze his life out till there is none
A shot out the barrel of a gun
There goes another one
Crazy from this captivity
Now his body has no activity
Maybe we should've payed attention to him
Before he became lost and now it is dim
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