Last Sad Goodbye My Inner-Child
A bad man came
when I was four
he did bad things
I couldn't find
the door
A bad man came
when I was fourty one
this time he came
with a mask and gun
FLASH BACKS! FLASH BACKS!
hells run a ground
stay calm, stay cool,
grandmas' spirit is a round
I am older now -
his wrath will save us both
his crime exposed with
my promise, and your oath
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