PART I: HELL IS FOR CHILDREN

He haunts the night within their reach,

As messengers begin to teach.

He breaths new life into their lives,

While hunting down his new found prize.

He gains respect with each attempt,

But finds that his is all but spent.

He finds the one who knows the truth,

And corners him within his booth.

He shows them all that he is fair,

And with darkened eyes reflects his stare.

He estimates the driving force,

As Father Time selects the course.

He causes them to feel the pain,

That within each one still hides in vain.

He rejoices in their timeless fall,

And begins to understand the wall.

He knows that this is not the end,

And searches for his faithful friend.

He makes them wish that they were men,

For as it is written: Hell Is For Children.