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Another aberration; another child taken
A rush to know the grip of death
Permission granted or denied
And before you could grow, you're dead
It’s the in-game now
Stop your breathing till your blue
And hope for the best
Perhaps you'll be better than the rest
Maybe you’ll come back, who knows?
I tell you, it lives in the mind of the unsuspecting
Inciting, inviting, and urging, to act upon a whim
It infiltrates as a passing thought or an idea
Turning it into a great pastime
It feeds on the innocence of the child
But oh, the mind of a child
How interrupted it seems at times
Fearless to fear
When death knocks on your door
Shall you open it and let it in?
Don’t challenge death; it will be your partner in the end
Live your life for now and keep that noose off your neck
It is not child’s game; it’s a devil’s game
It is death’s game and you’ll die
Silly children, don’t tempt faith!
Why would you want to stop breathing?
This is not a game
Death lurks around the corner of your mind
Don’t play such deadly games
Or you’ll fall fast asleep, never to wake again!
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