Doll Hammer

Family favorite, eight years old
 "Girl, do what you're told!"
 Sara sadly repeats her dreams
 Dad wants company, it seems
 Once more, his whispered warning
 "You'll not tell a soul come morning!"
 She reaches, deeply, a strange night's sleep
 Swirling spirits creep
 Their dance surrounds her with frenzied cries
 "Girl, come forward and claim your prize!"
 Smeared with the strangest feeling
 And a vengeful passion congealing
 She awakens, charged with their song
 "Dad! I need you! Come here, please! I swear it won't take long!"
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 As Dad comes in, Sara smiles and bites clean through his skin
 Now he screams, his booming voice is rising in his fall
 By the time he hits the floor, he's just another doll
 Cluttering the rug
 "Hey, Dad! Come on over here now, and give your girl a hug!"
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 As Dad runs, frantically, towards the door
 Clutching, blindly, his curious sore
 Sara snatches him by the thigh
 And holds him up to her judging eye
 Casting a final ballot
 Now she grabs an iron mallet
 And holds it over his tiny legs
 Dad stares, horrified, as he begs
 But Sara smugly ignores his please
 And smashes down with a violent breeze
 With every bit that she hits she's willed
 To strike again till his end is filled
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