t wasn't fair
A clumsy father's fist
And little me
Unable to resist
And I was locked again
He used to mock
Into the deepest basement
Of a raw rock
A basement store
And little me in vain
Those creepy crawlers
Used to entertain
They told me stories
Of the Flower and the Bone
They used to feed me
With the bodies of their own

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