Why did he do it?
What did we do?
When did we quit?
Who killed who?

So many questions, never to be answered.
So many children, left drenched in red.
Little dead children, some with no head.
Us first five, the ones forgotten.
Us first five, stuffed in suits of rotten.

Were we just tests? Taken for a reason?
Or Were we just children, robbed of our freedom?
1987, that dreadful year...
That more that one child, had shed their last tear…

We were given presents,
And one hoped we would smile,
But after he realized,
All we could do was lay dead in a pile.

We were given new life,
Almost revived,
Until we learned our reason,
To become what we were prized.

We captured our killer,
Found him hidden in the back room,
We chased him and chased him,
Until he hid in a suit.

He laughed at us and taunted us,
As we cried.
Until his suit malfunctioned,
And he died.

The suit collapsed onto him,
Squeezing him inside,
As we saw a light,
And were taken with pride.