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There is something in her eyes,
Something few will ever see,
Hatred born of love and lust,
Creator of what could never be.

Let the little boys run and hide,
Let them cry their tears,
She is smiling at them,
As she whispers "Come to me my dears'

Smile at me my darlings,
Hold me close to thee,
Let me nip your graceful neck,
Become lost in ecstasy."

Death shall be merciful,
As she gazes into their eyes,
Showing what lie in hers,
Revealing their destiny.