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Cherry JamGoing through the spooky garden
Ripping off my wall-eye
I'm looking for you
In a blue cotton dress
Who’s cut your skin?
Pouring the cherry jam
I'll be the last one
Killing InnocenceInfancy is a perfect time to be naïve,
But sometimes indecent people come to our lives.
And one fine day, when flowers bloom under the tender moisture
You can see fat dirty body and tender child’s neck
Black hair’s piercing the skin
Crude hands are killing Innocence
What’s going on?
PlagueTime has passed, time has passed,
Plunging into Gothic coil of doom
Wandering withered bodies and souls,
People roam the streets for thousands years.
Crying children with dead skin,
Frost on faces and big empty hearts.
They pollute the streets hoping to