come my wicked child
a story is to be told
it will not be kind nor mild
for these people have always been cold
your wicked tongue, your wicked fate
wreak havoc on my brain
i try to block you out you see
yet your words have not been slain
a treacherous time has begun
taking many lives and such
we can only hope it will fade away
and that it will not assume so much
i cannot close my eyes at night
i cannot recite my faith
for its been here for far too long
and i cannot seem to wait
it will be here soon
wanting to take a life
and if you'll wait for just a bit
you can help me clean my knife
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