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On a cold winter night
Not far from here
There was a child
Suffering great fear
She was unfortunate
She was hurt
She always wore the same dress
and the same shirt
She prayed for mercy
She prayed for light
She prayed for love
Instead of fights
She had no chance
The fight was not fair
Her mother held her down
While her father beat her there
She tried to tell someone
But who would care?
She wanted someone
Who would always be there
A little boy
Whom she never knew
Sat down beside her
Their friendship was true
They talked for hours
They could talk for days
Then she had realized
It was getting late
Later that night
As she laid in bed
Her drunken parents stormed in
Their faces beating red
She screamed for help
But no one would respond
When someone realized her plead
She was already gone
A few days later
Six feet in the ground
A long lost angel
Had finally been found
She's up in heaven
With a smile on her face
She walked to Jesus
and she was embraced
A helpless angel
Carved into stone
Now she will never be alone.
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*THIS IS NOT MY STORY, BUT IT IS A STORY I THINK EVERYONE SHOULD KNOW!
There was a man working at our school. No one knew he was. The teachers kept a close eye
on him while he worked outside around the school property.
Two weeks into the school year, an 8-year-old girl came up to the man and said, "What is
your name sir?"
The man smiled at the little girl and said, "Freddy."
"Would you like to play hide and seek with us", the girl asked.
Freddy bowed his head and covered his eyes, "Thirty...twenty-nine..."
The little girl's face light up with excitement, and she went and got her friends, and they hid
around the school.
"...Three...two...one...ready or not. Here I come"
Freddy looked around the school saying, "One...two...Freddy's comin for you..." Freddy was
unsuccessful in finding the children. So, he went down to the cellar where he lived and saw a
little girl hiding under the table. "There ya are", said Freddy. The girl sprung up from the
table with excitement. "That was fun", the girl said. "Do you know any other games we could
play?" Freddy thought for a second, "Well, if you can keep a secret, I'll take you to a place
that no one else knows of." The girl vowed to keep it a secret.
Hours passed, and the little girl returned home from school. She ran to her parents,
crying. "What's wrong?" her mother asked. "There's this man at school. He took me to his
cave, and did something terrible." The mother and fathers faces burned with anger. "What
did he do to you?" the father demanded. The girl turned around, lifted up her shirt, and there
were four giant cuts, like from a bear claw, going across her back.
Hours passed, and a group of parents got together to confront Freddy. Freddy saw them
coming, and ran to an old abandoned mill. Freddy ran inside, with the parents running after
him with bats and knives. He locked the door, and the parents filled bottles with gasoline,
light them on fire, and threw them in the window. Freddy was burned to death, and the
parents kept that terrible act their secret.
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(Jingle Bells Tune)
Dashing through the trees
With squashed bugs on my knees
I cannot wait to go
To the bathroom in the snow
So many stupid kids
Ignore their great parents
And do what they were told not to do
Which was eat the yellow snow.
Ding ding dong.
Ding ding dong.
Running to French Woods.
Catch some air
Change your underwear
We got a way to go-ho
Plat plat plee
Plat plat plee
Welcome to French Woods
Catch a breeze
And would you please
Stop eating the yellow snow.
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What are you hiding? We all have a little secret we keep from the world. Do you want to
know my secret? When we hide our secrets, they turn our souls into ashes. Ashes are what
monsters are made of.
It was a chilly day, in late October. I was just walking down main street, returning home
from school. I walked past a few houses, and realized, that when I came to 120 Main Street,
an old woman, was sitting out on her front yard. I kept on walking past her, but she would
not take her eyes off me. “Good evening, ma’am” I kindly said to her. She did not reply.
Finally, I was home. I opened the front door of my house, and when I entered, there were
my parents sitting on the sofa. I walked in the living room, while they just sat there and
stared at me. “Come in, Michael”, they said to me. I was confused. Was something wrong?
Did someone die? No. “Have a seat”, my mother said. My father, just sat there, looking at
me as if I had committed murder.
“Is everything okay?” I asked. And surely, as I had a seat, a police officer entered the room,
and has a seat in front of the three of us.
“Michael, do you know a child at school by the name of Simon?”, the Officer
asked. “Maybe, why?”, I said. He just stared at me. “Well, there was a murder at school, and
a boy named Simon was the victim.” I was horrified. I knew what was happening. “What?
You think I had something to do with this?” I asked confusedly. There was silence. Of course
they thought I did it. I got up off the chair, and headed for the door. My parents started after
me, but the officer stopped them. Of course I knew who Simon was. He was my best friend.
Why would they think I would kill my best friend?
When I left the house, tears were flowing from my eyes. I was scared, and I was shocked.
Who would want to kill Simon. He is a great kid, smart, nice, and jolly. I started walking back
down main street, and as I passed by house number 120, the old lady continued to stare at
me. I just kept on walking, and as I did, her eyes continued to follow.
Up ahead, was a Halloween store. Halloween was my favorite holiday. I could not resist it.
The police were on my case, my parents were after me, what would you expect me to do, go
to a lake, and kill myself. No. I am innocent.
When I entered the store, an old man greeted me. He looked as if he were dead, but
resurrected from the grave. It was weird, but what do I care? “May I help you ?” the old man
said. “Nah, just chillin”, I said to him. He looked at me, smiled, and walked away.
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Tonight, the full moon is out. I can hear the howls echoing throughout the forest. Go ahead,
don't believe me, but don't say I didn't warn you. Every night like tonight, he returns.
About ten years ago, in this very town, there was a gentle man named Eric Masterson. The
town looked to him as a kind, gentle, and passionate man. He was the towns doctor and vet.
People could come to him for anything, even just to talk about something on their mind. He
was there to listen to everyone. One night, three children were on their way to a friends
house. It was late at night, and the children wandered off into the forest. Around midnight,
with a full moon in the sky, the children decided to sleep against a tree that had been
chopped down a while ago. One of the children woke up from their sleep, and decided to go
down to the stream to get a drink. While the other two children were sleeping, the child
walked down a small path to the stream. While walking, he heard strange noises coming
from the trees, and the shaking of bushes. He started to get worried, and decided to head
back to the others. When he turned around, he noticed that the path was gone. He shouted
out, "HELP!", and listen for a reply. About thirty seconds later, the howl of a wolf was heard,
and it was not far at all. He ran and ran. not knowing where he was going. While running, he
heard giant footsteps following him, along with the howling noises surrounding. Finally, he
made it back to their campsite. He thought it would be best to wake the other, and rush
home immediately, even though they did not know where they were. He went to wake the
others, but when he came to a good glimpse of them, they were covered in blood, and torn
to shreds. He started to panic, and heard that the giant footsteps were getting closer. He hid
in a bush, and sat there silently....he heard nothing. He was waiting for something to show
up. He felt accomplished of fleeing from the creature, that was until he felt breathing coming
from behind him. He quietly closed his eyes, and was torn to shreds. The next day, the
family of the children went to Masterson's house to ask for help finding their children. They
slammed the door open, and in the middle of the floor, was a small corpse, and Masterson,
covered in blood, except, Masterson was still breathing.
The town said they disposed of Masterson, but that cannot be true. I see shadows all around,
and I still hear the howls at night. Stay inside, and beware the full moon.
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Hi. As you have read my previous book, "How To Injure Yourself In Traffic", I now bring you
the next portion of my collection. This is your guide on how to injure yourself while
unclogging your toilet. Okay, here we go. First, you need to know what you are doing? Do
you know what you are doing? i didn't think so, neither do I. Anyway, since you have as
much knowledge about plumbing as I do, we shall begin. Step one, get a plum stick thingy.
Hehe. Okay, now, whack yourself on the head with it? Did it hurt? Well, that's because you
are not doing it hard enough. Now, do it again. Now that it finally hurt, place the plumb stick
thing into your toilet. Insert it in the hole at the bottom. Now, flush your toilet. (FYI, i am
doing this while writing it.) Now, your toilet should be overflowing. If it is, you are doing this
correctly. If not, get another resource. Now that your bathroom is flooded, take out the
plunge stick. Flush the toilet again. Now, all sorts of remains should be spitting back out at
you from different times. look, there's my breakfast from last week. Okay, now that you
have done enough damage, call your local plumber.
YAY! My second masterpeice is complete. Stay tuned for my next book:
"How To Injure Yourself While Reading A Book".
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Its Big, Its Hairy
Its coming after you
It smells like old dairy
Its going to crack a fuse
It has a secret, I must confess
There is no way to stop its awful smell
Closer and closer, its coming to town
It looks like it came from the core of hell
You can see demons, smell them too
You can see, its infection disease
You would find an old man, scraping up poo
Rather than growing one of these
Hide behind the curtains, hide under the floor
And for goodness sake, be sure to lock your door
Because the legends coming to you
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[CHORUS]
Bila vila hey. Bila vila hey. Condaque sala do nachi.
Bila vila hey. Bila vila hey. Sindaque viti con nasur.
Bizgua ninsamen, vocu la trel. Domar un daji, una quesan.
Bila vila hey. Bila vila hey. Kendu saqui, amen.
[RAFIKENAN]
Listen. She's calling you.
Dont ignore your invite.
Look to the heavens, look to the earth.
Come and dance in the light.
Sing with me, dont be afraid.
Dance with me, pray with me.
Tell her your troubles, she'll help all she can.
She sends her spirit to you.
[RAFIKENAN and CHORUS]
Bila vila hey. Que nasu la trel.
Vondu la hesa. Vondu que nal.
Bila vila hey. So sinquenda vi gue.
Come mother earth, amen.
[RAFIKENAN]
Give me your hand. Give me your heart.
Tell her your pain, for they will soon depart.
Put down the seed, and watch it grow.
Its turns to a vine, and through the earth it will flow.
[ALL]
Bila vila hey. Kondu shi taki nan.
Sique le vudu que nal.
Le qu sepan, no domen aternal.
Viki condu senal, por amen.
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The sky is dark
and the moon is out
A creepy sound
Makes me wanna shout
I see the blackness
I see the dust
And it just came to me
I have no one to trust
I told you to look out
I told you beware
I warned you frankly,
But it seems you dont care
There are things out there
You dont wanna mess
With the eyes of the voodoo
Will turn you to bliss
Who do? Voodoo?
The sound of death from the sky
Who do? You do?
Now its your turn to die
[SKELETONS]
La la la la la la;
La la la la la la
She told you to look out
She told you beware
Now you waken the voodoo
Get ready for the scare
[LADY MINTURPINE]
I'll tell you the past
I'll tell you right now
I can even tell you the future
Some way or some how
You're not gonna like it
You will not be please
When you find out your future
You will be deceased/
[SKELETONS}
La la la la la la;
La la la la la la
She told you to look out
She told you beware
Now you waken the voodoo
Get ready for the scare
[LADY MINTURPINE]
I gather my gumbo
I gather my dust
If you wanna see your future
Its Lady you trust
I got your back
Its gonna be just alright
Unless you aggrivate the voodoo
and begin an eternal fight
I sprinkle my salt shake
I sacrifice blood
You need to give an offerin'
If its gonna be good
An alligator finger
The nose of a man
Now conjure up the voodoo
Go on, take my hand
Who do? Voodoo?
Was it you?
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Hi. My name is Daniel, and this is the guide on how to injure yourself severely in traffic. First,
you must make a decision. Do you want to use a vehicle or walk? (Insert Decision) Okay,
now (if you are using a car) get on to the main highway. QUICK! HIT THE BREAKS! I told you
so! What is wrong with you? Why didn't you follow my directions. I just told you to hit the
breaks, I did'nt tell you to stop. Geeze. Okay, lets start over. Get on to the main highway.
Good. Now, continue on for about three miles. OH MY GOD! DEER! LOOK OUT! LOOK OUT!
What is your deal, man? i told you to look out. Did I say stop? I don't think the deer was in
the middle of the road. God, what is up with you? Are you drunk? You know you should not
drink and drive. Okay, lets get out of this ditch. You are never gonna get your license like
this. Who taught you how to drive? Oh, I did. Whoops. Okay, now that that's over, continue
on for the next three miles. OH MY GOD! ARMAGEDDON! (You run off the road). Get out of
the car! What is the matter with you? Can't you see that it is not the actual thing? Do you see
a meteor falling out of the sky? God! Armageddon is a movie! I just saw the poster for the
movie! Well, now that we are BOTH injured, I guess its safe to say that you got your money's
worth. Stay tuned for my next book: How To Injure Yourself While Unclogging A Toilet. only
$15.99, coming to stores this Christmas.
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