Evil little whispers between the ears
Pushing, pushing, trying for tears
Tiny nuggets all filled up with hate
Insistent assertions of doom by fate
Poison filled daggers cause such pain
Bending, twisting, warping the brain
Simple whispers so maliciously bent
A cacophonous silence of evil intent
Driving the mind beyond edge of madness
Agonized screams fill it with gladness
Keep pushing until the embrace of death
When at last has ceased very last breath
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