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Soldier, soldier
My little, little soldier
See how the legions grow each night
Watch my commandeer
Now watch me fight
This is worse than a pillow fight
You can see me ordering around
Telling my soldiers what to do
No one disobeys me
When they try
I will cut their throats here clean and dry
See them dance and hear them sing
A sinister lullaby written by me
Tell me, tell me what to do
When mommy finds all my soldiers
Will she yell or will she scream
Will I have to keep her from me
If she screams then take her life
I’ll tell my soldiers what to do
Mommy can’t touch my legions
My pretty, little soldiers, deceiving
They’ll lure her into the darkness
And cut her throat like a soldier, disobedient
She will learn her place
A reminder of what she should have done
Now my soldiers smile up at me
They make me proud so I love them
My soldiers are red and angry
They listen and obey only me
My little, little soldier
See how the legions grow each night
Watch my commandeer
Now watch me fight
This is worse than a pillow fight
You can see me ordering around
Telling my soldiers what to do
No one disobeys me
When they try
I will cut their throats here clean and dry
See them dance and hear them sing
A sinister lullaby written by me
Tell me, tell me what to do
When mommy finds all my soldiers
Will she yell or will she scream
Will I have to keep her from me
If she screams then take her life
I’ll tell my soldiers what to do
Mommy can’t touch my legions
My pretty, little soldiers, deceiving
They’ll lure her into the darkness
And cut her throat like a soldier, disobedient
She will learn her place
A reminder of what she should have done
Now my soldiers smile up at me
They make me proud so I love them
My soldiers are red and angry
They listen and obey only me
Read it as if a little girl is singing it.
Maybe this only makes sense in my mind.
In no way to I want my mother dead.
The way she sings will be different with every person who reads it.
In my mind, her voice is beautiful, soft, almost a whisper.
A lullaby.
Only I know the soldiers personally.
I have my own legion.
If anyone feels there should be a warning, let me know.
Maybe this only makes sense in my mind.
In no way to I want my mother dead.
The way she sings will be different with every person who reads it.
In my mind, her voice is beautiful, soft, almost a whisper.
A lullaby.
Only I know the soldiers personally.
I have my own legion.
If anyone feels there should be a warning, let me know.
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