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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required To die young, undeterred by humanity/ to sleep free, undefered by calamity/ To leave earth without hesitant pride/ No biases present to put aside/ A father watches as his infant sleeps/ he prays to god, ” leave him for us to keep”/ A pile stands four feet from the floor/ Dead children spread from door to door/ Preserved in glass, both untrue and tried/ Mummy infants of formaldehyde/ ”your cries of this world have gone unheard, You'll be revived before my final words” the child's heartbeat then slows to a Stop/ the family belief will not be dropped/ He picks up another large glass jar/ And runs his fingers over his neck's scar/ It won't be long now before the flood, The spell runs on a father's blood/ But once too many leaves it's mark on the earth/ The cemetery where he'll sleep in dirt/ just once he wants to see what it's like/ To play god and bring a creature to life/ Preserved in glass, both untrue and tried/ Mummy infants of formaldehyde/ His wife's losing her mentality/ They're losing faith in their deity/ They turn their prayers to whoever is left, Then hear a whisper from the devils breath/ ” give me your children, I need all but one, feed me their bodies and you'll have your son/” He Presses down the blade and feels the swell/ his children will be risen, if not god then by Hell, He draws the red lines with his hands, A resurrecting pentagram The father looks to his wife's blurred eyes/ searching for answers but she only cries/ so now he'll take it upon himself, to send his stillborn straight to hell/ Preserved in glass, both untrue and tried/ Mummyinfants of formaldehyde/ All but one, and the others bleed/ Just one son, that's all that I need/ He closes his eyes to walk this path, He takes a step then hears the devil's laugh/ ” you'll have your son, just in the likeness of me/ Perhaps an infant, but of demon breed, You greedy fool, you have yourself to blame/ You've dammed these souls, and all in my name” His son's skin boils a dark red/ Its teeth sink into its fathers head/ his last thoughts were of how he died/ His Mummy infants of formaldehyde/
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