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Hush little child please dont cry
Dream of broken butterflies Mommas laughing you can hear her coos Daddys dead in the bathroom too Momma shot him in the back of the head Its no wonder your daddys dead Its okay your daddy died fast Its okay his pain didnt last His brains quickly splattered against the wall Then momma watched him slowly fall Down to the floor Then she walked out the door As momma quickly walked away She found herself begin to pray She walked in your room and tucked you in You had no clue she committed this sin She had killed her husband and hurt her son She had let him win, the devil had won Daddy never thought that momma was so cold He loved her in every way that his heart could hold and even though momma hates the padded walls She still enjoyed seeing daddy fall Hush little child please dont cry Im so sorry that your daddy had to die
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