When I was a little timid child,
the world seemed angelic.
Aghasting for arthropods everytime,
this fear seemed cryptic.
Early at night to fall asleep,
being haunted by demons and weep.
But who knew the world’s other side,
a bitter truth was awaiting confide.
The Hominals whom I found to be friendly,
deep inside their hearts were deadly.
They destruct and set the world on fire,
And that was even scarier.
What’s Scarier?
