Evil Child

Evil Child
I was a very bad child
Like I belonged to Satan
I was terrible to my dear mum
Telling her to go far away

To go to Ireland!
Which I saw over the water 
From the Lake District
I hit my dear mum in the belly
I was three years old

She doubled over in pain and cried
I feel so bad for this now
And miss her so since her death
Now she has gone so far away
But I know we will meet again

For when I die and am judged
I’ll see her again and I’ll be nice
And only had love for my mum
Not be an evil devil like child

Full of psychic level emotions
What possessed me then?





Incident Report 74399 2020 
JIMMY BOOM SEMTEX
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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