Friday, 19 February 2016

The Grief

Little Mandy had a problem
She was such a thief
That they cut off both her hands
And sold her to The Grief

The Grief his hair is black as night
His eyes are white as death
And when he holds you in his arms
He steals away your breath

Oh little children everywhere
Beware of what you do
If you take what is not yours
The Grief will come for you

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