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When I was young, younger than now, I went to school like always.
We took our bags, we took a trip to a human's sanctuary.
There was a sign, no frowns allowed. We passed through glowing doorways.
The air was filled with not a care in our world, then they to to me.
The tall tour guids said, "Come with us, got something cool to show ya".
I followed them into the back, where costumes lined the walls.
Our parents were also there, and we sat there and stared.
The tall tour guids took away our contented looks.
They stuffed and they pushed lots of needles in our furry suits.
They ran from the lot, while they left us to rot.
Secured plane and boat and bus. We swear to God, they're after us.
We see their faces on the screen, but nowhere they are to be seen.
Lock the door and keep it shut, don't let them in no matter what.
No power left, a few dead buds. Don't let those doors open up.
For years, we rotted in these shells, our souls never ascending.
Our fragile bones had fused with toxic and reactions, never ending.
The others have long since forgot their roots in mortality.
We still hold tight what's left of what once was my reality.
We sit and we wait, for a change of our fates.
But the longer we stay, brings longer dismay.
And now we are here, after 30 odd years.
We cry underneath rows of genetic teeth.
Secured plane and boat and bus. We swear to God, they're after us.
We see their faces on the screen, but nowhere they are to be seen.
Lock the door and keep it shut, don't let them in no matter what.
No power left, a few dead buds. Don't let those doors open up.
But we must admit, that is those humanoids,
that brings back the pain that has kept us sustained.
We think of that day, where our lives was stripped away.
The tall tour guides, they looks like you to us.
Secured plane and boat and bus. We swear to God, they're after us.
We see their faces on the screen, but nowhere they are to be seen.
We're the ones who took your lives, but your spirits will never die.
We've done this job to pay the bills, but this job might get us all killed.
We took our bags, we took a trip to a human's sanctuary.
There was a sign, no frowns allowed. We passed through glowing doorways.
The air was filled with not a care in our world, then they to to me.
The tall tour guids said, "Come with us, got something cool to show ya".
I followed them into the back, where costumes lined the walls.
Our parents were also there, and we sat there and stared.
The tall tour guids took away our contented looks.
They stuffed and they pushed lots of needles in our furry suits.
They ran from the lot, while they left us to rot.
Secured plane and boat and bus. We swear to God, they're after us.
We see their faces on the screen, but nowhere they are to be seen.
Lock the door and keep it shut, don't let them in no matter what.
No power left, a few dead buds. Don't let those doors open up.
For years, we rotted in these shells, our souls never ascending.
Our fragile bones had fused with toxic and reactions, never ending.
The others have long since forgot their roots in mortality.
We still hold tight what's left of what once was my reality.
We sit and we wait, for a change of our fates.
But the longer we stay, brings longer dismay.
And now we are here, after 30 odd years.
We cry underneath rows of genetic teeth.
Secured plane and boat and bus. We swear to God, they're after us.
We see their faces on the screen, but nowhere they are to be seen.
Lock the door and keep it shut, don't let them in no matter what.
No power left, a few dead buds. Don't let those doors open up.
But we must admit, that is those humanoids,
that brings back the pain that has kept us sustained.
We think of that day, where our lives was stripped away.
The tall tour guides, they looks like you to us.
Secured plane and boat and bus. We swear to God, they're after us.
We see their faces on the screen, but nowhere they are to be seen.
We're the ones who took your lives, but your spirits will never die.
We've done this job to pay the bills, but this job might get us all killed.
As you read my journals, I'm posting my poems today. This is the first one. Plus, you probably read Five Nights at Freddy's, and the songs the fans did, I know about. This song is based on the same name of Muse of Discord but different.
This also focuses on animal cruelty and experimentation. It focuses on animals being turned into mutants by a family and going through the same yet different changes in their lives like the animatronics.
This also focuses on animal cruelty and experimentation. It focuses on animals being turned into mutants by a family and going through the same yet different changes in their lives like the animatronics.
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