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The Greek bogeyman, as some say. All about Lamia.
Your beside me, I know your here.
Darkness reigns, covering your son,
And your stench is full of fear.
Dear anguished one,
Do you miss the woman you once were?
Do you miss that someone?
I ask again, Do you miss her?
Dear frightful one,
These children have no recognition,
They scream, they come undone,
Is it their own volition?
These children close their eyes.
These children count to ten.
Parents tell them -Another lie-,
"Watch out! Here comes the bogeymen!"