All the Children Are Dead

In the cylindrical room
Lit with a massive pit in the middle

He was listening and he could hear whispers and giggling
And things such as that
And that's when he
Heard the footsteps coming up the little ladder
And he walked into the cylindrical room
He saw movement, like
A mole burrowing beneath the ground
Beneath the carcasses

He looked at me
And he said: Do you believe in monsters
Do you believe in demons?
There were 74 children murdered
One right after another

The mutilated carcasses floating on top of the water
The last thing we were to hear him say was
All the children are dead
All the children are dead