Dear child, do you not see?
The creased faces that dance and plea.
Child, can you not hear?
The screams yet to have endear.
Sweet child, why are you not afraid?
Haunting memories that have yet to be made.
Oh, child, why can you not see?
You are the withered face that was once free.
Lies, child, will you not hear?
It was you that caused the anguish and fear.
Filthy child, you should be afraid,
the dance of terror that you crusade.
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