Taking Pity On An Old Lady
She is pitiful, and I am a soft touch
Not exactly running toward her but it is snowing
And my mother taught us to be charitable
She is delighted to be invited
The rest of the camp has to be convinced
Luckily they trust me, their street person leader
Betrayed, I flee with Jack, my friend
We train and train, hoping to get back at her
Because she has left the others dead around the fire
The unassuming old lady is a demon of some type
We return, Jack and I, and fight for their honor.
We cannot bring them back, but we can execute revenge.
I die jumping into her claws, but take her out too
Doomed to walk the earth and never be heaven bound
At least, I am able to warn others about unassuming old ladies.
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