Chapter 1:
Prey and Poem
Prey and Partys
Come play with us on the cusp
Of barbed fence all a rust
And then drink tea too sweet
As the bitter flavor washes down the meat
It’s sugar and spice it’s blood and bone
You’ll have a joyous day and never wish to go home
As we all fall a prey
To a joyful, joyous day
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