Daddy'll fix it
Hush little child hold on tightDaddy's got a bullet that'll make things right
If he doesnt wake up dont you fret
He's gone to make things right and settle his debt
Ignore the splattered brain matter on the wall
Ignore the pool of blood running in the hall
Ignore the loaded pistol and the knife
Ignore the body you know devoid of life
Just close your eyes and count to 10
Then take a deep breath and open them again
Then you'll see that everythings right
You'll see he fixed it all just for you this night
Poetry by ~Johny~
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Written on 2010-08-11 at 21:05
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