Littleman Needle
This is a story of a littleman called needle
He sticks in your arm to give you a feeling
He warms you up but is cold to the touch
He'll fill you with pleasure but this is not leisure.
He flow through your soul to leave a blackhole
He tell you it's fun as he hits and runs
He says he's a friend from start to the end.
As he glistens in darkness he'll retain his sharpness
He's happy in shadows as he gathers his masses.
Drawing you in with each prick of the skin
Leaving you sick and ravaged within
Littleman needle is evil full of sin.
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