Never turn around once you start
For if you see her, she takes your heart
If you trip and fall- body torn apart
She takes pride in her word- with knife, an art
Do not think you can win her game.
She will never stop, she owns the night
Her eyes are demonic, so turn out the light
Her targets, the children -keep them out of sight
A widow, a mother- Nature's majestic freight
She only replies to Mama- her calling, her fame
We chant, "Mama dearest, treat me with care
Protect me from the knife, please Mama be fair
I can't breathe when you find me- taker of air
Come find me Mama, this oath to thee I dare"
For if she finds you sleeping, don't call her by name
"I love you Mama dearest - please don't hurt..."
- The Admin, The Poet Code
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