No Not Today
No not today
You vile things
You'll not have
Your wished for food
Of living flesh
And Tougan stamped his foot
Then lit a fire small
Which he dropped him down
To scare them off
Come with me
Oh unlucky soul
And we'll see to the bite
Before too late it is
What but who is you
Just let me rest
For I feel so sick
And but wish the pain
To go away
Don't you worry
We'll take the sick away
And then we'll see
To getting you used
To this damn hell
Charles Petrie
Saturday, May 9, 2009
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