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On the flat concrete floorA five pointed star resembling a pentagramFive candles lit representing the sheepThat will become the slaughtered in a bitLittle Justin gathered his flock, little Casey from next door, little Ivy from over the road, little Hendry from summer lake, little Dorothy from California place and little Penelope from summer camp. It was easy to capture them in a lie, none of them knew they were going to die. “A game” he said, “it doesn’t have a name, but we’ll all get to play”. Now close your eyesThese words are niceAnd we must have them completeAnd repeat after me;Tonight I sacrificeThese innocent sheepSo that I can becomeWhat you promised me ill be…A book for destruction lay out in front of him, little Justin followed, while he chanted his embezzled desires to the higher forces that kept him complaint.Bloodied hands and scarlet teethLittle Justin went on his kneesAwaiting confrontationWith those who would satisfy his needLittle bodies everywhereHe didn’t want to shareHis life long dream of becoming one of them;Daunting black spiritsMet him thereAll was just mythsFor they smiled with careThe children’s mothers were worried sick, they haven’t seen their kids. Little Justin’s mama already knew. She saw the other mothers coming, but she couldn’t let them know, what her little Justin’s been doing. She knew he was different, but denied it all the more, because she loved him so. He was a brutal little one, with a desire to be in the dark, he stayed up late and with the sun he wanted none. His father use to do the same, playing the sick game. The Scarlett red the earth sunk inGushing brains of Little Justin’s- Martyred skinScattered head lay silentlyThey didn’t need his bodyAnd left the sight by morningThe mothers searched through out, however none could find. Little Justin’s mama knew, she walked silently through the sprinkled dew; over the hill she found the spot. She didn’t break nor hate, she just knew that little Justin became a nightly brood, like his father had too.
Come inside my child, “It’s getting dark”. “No mama, I’ve things to do”. “Okay darling, just watch out for the nightly brood”. “Yes mama, now leave me alone”;Right there across the lakeSits a young boy unleashing bateFor the harnessed in the darkDown under the trees he harksNo sign yet of the misunderstoodWhich they call the nightly broodHe brings them foodAnd hopes he can someday belongFor they seem so strongAnd haven’t really done anything wrong…“Listen my child” His mother use to say “Those creatures are wild, they’ll come and take you away, stay hidden and don’t let yourself sway…”But mamaI’ve seen them beforeThey never laid a hand on meAnd there’s moreI’ve fed them some cressWith bloodied fishThey said thanksNone of those signs they wore…“It doesn’t matter son, I’m not trying to spoil your fun” His mother use to say “they lure you in with special treatment, they’re not like any other kind, they’ll catch you with special care, why do you think I mind?”Little Justin didn’t careHe was going to give his shareOut he wanted with his lifeA great leap he would diveTo become like themWho live in the night…His seen them beforeBlack skin harnessed their bodiesBlack eyes captivated their soulsAnd the yoke made their carnage spirits heedIt made him all the more pleadFor with them he would be complete“I’m letting you stay outside Justin, but make sure not to go over to that side”, .little Justin nodded and lied “Now go out and play, but remember where you should stay” “yes mamma” he would say.Little Justin found a way -The creatures of the nightTold him how to go aboutHard work it would bringBut to no dismayStanding on the brinkWhere darkness would inhaleThe silent stingOf his human instinct;
