Dont Exhume School

Swimming in mire of memory, Searching the fish of forgetfulness, Those are not the good days; Nervous eyes will get attacked, Leaving residue of a small heart, Beat the soft cheeks like egg; Hands smack the sensitive back, Infernal, Thrashed till tears, Suspense of demonic destruction, Climax of nervy showers, Bringing noises of home to job, Ruthlessly pulling off frustrations; Child became a punching bag; Explanation of sparing the rod, Rooms; never to go torture spaces, Chiron of Greece will feel ashamed; His passions going for putrefaction, Witches with too many potions; Heating the young blood for evil; Then go home riding on brooms, Satisfied without such education; Sweated a lot digging deep; A metallic coffin from hell, Burying the days of horror, Don’t exhume those days.