No Sympathy for the Misbehaved

Listen to your mothers, children
It could one day save your life
As you know I’m always listening
Till I come on darkest night
With my 13 sons I venture
Down from mountain peaks on high
To prey upon the rotten hearted
They’ve earned the fate I bring tonight
My sick appetite unending
Feast upon your flesh and fright
In iron vats I place them screaming
Cooking skin brings me delight
Tender meat pulls free so softly
Melt the fat over the stones
My favorite snack I saved for last
As marrow flows from broken bones
If only you had listened better
For your elders understood
The only haven from this torture
Is to live a life that’s pure
My sick appetite unending
In my cave above the town
Once a year I’m granted passage
To snatch them up and gobble down
Obey every word that’s spoken
Don’t set one foot out of line
If deemed worth you’ll sleep safely
But if not, your body’s mine
It’s no use to run
Oh but please do try to hide
I live for the fear
The terror eating you inside
How I long for the hunt
The Gryla loose upon the night
With a voiding of bowels,
I STRIKE!
Oh My favorite stew I’m cooking
Over flames that burn so bright
Watch their fragile bodies roasting
While sucking on a pair of eyes
See that nobody cares
No savior’s coming through the door
If you’d cleaned up your act
You’d not be gutted on the floor
But I’m grateful all the same
Without you life is such a bore
The hunger gnawing at my insides
Till I feed once more
My sick appetite unending
Feast upon your flesh and fright......