Children should never play
with things that come their way
they do not understand
destiny takes their hand
death comes, knocks on the door
then breaks it down evermore
nothing can stop, nomatter
hearts go pitter patter
then get ripped from their shell
souls torn out, can't you tell
children should never play
with things that come their way
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