Children of Hemlock
We are the poisoned children
They feed us our pills
"Take this, it will help you,"
We are told,
And so we do
But the medicine, it burns
It was never meant to help
We have taken enough medicine
And now we're immune
We are the poison children
Festering, blue
Frighteningly
Wonderfully
True
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