Evil Bunnies
Their fur’s a fleeting masquerade, soft as dusk on broken fields,Twilight cloaks their slaughterhouse, where innocence wields what evil yields.In shadows thick as winter’s breath, their eyes reflect a thousand lies,Beneath each twitch, a contract signed with hell—a pact no soul defies.A cruelty dressed in nursery rhyme, masked in lashes, sweet and sly,Their paws, those soft hammers, drop with weight that none deny.Adorable in every pose, each hop rehearsed, a deadly jest,But in their depths, a furnace glows, a hunger never put to rest.Demons molded into flesh, their hearts all coiled wire and spite,Every whisker quivers with the thrill of riot in the dead of night.
No prayer repels them, no cross, no salt along the baseboard seam,Their sweetness is the sharpened hook, their giggle a banshee scream.They skip through dreams and fields alike, planting havoc row by row,Each nibble signals massacre—what seems to grow is death below.A friend becomes a memory, a neighbor gone without a trace,The rabbits dance on empty lawns, delighting in our wild disgrace.Behind the teeth that gleam so white, behind the ears in gentle tilt,Lurks every sin, each petty grudge, the patience of a world rebuilt.
They hop in moonlit bedrooms, sink their fangs in children’s sleep,Drag the softness through the walls, and feast on terror buried deep.What parent trusts a fairy tale now, what priest can bless the dusk?When every shadow holds a snicker, every touch a hidden tusk?They multiply where hope is thin, their numbers rising, wild and proud,Culling joy with measured grace, their silence louder than a crowd.No gentle soul or tranquil dream can stand before their nightly flight—The bunnies bring oblivion, cloaked in fur and appetite.
Beware the fluff, beware the twitch, beware the siren hop,For underneath that silken coat, the devil’s engine never stops.They gnaw the wires, chew the roots, leave cities gripped in midnight black,And where they pass, the flowers wilt, the dreams collapse, the colors crack.A snuggle turns to suffocation, a nuzzle hides a bite,The warmth a mask for entropy—a sweetened prelude to the night.Each twitch of nose, each tilted ear, a harbinger of doom,As bunnies set the world on fire with chaos, plague, and gloom.
The little teeth gleam sharpened, set for flesh not carrot sticks,Their pact with darkness sworn in silence, sealed in dusk and cryptic ticks.Even angels fear the softness, even saints avoid their path,For bunny hearts breed only wrath, no mercy left to bribe or ask.A plague wrapped up in fur and hush, in every warren, every glen,Their laughter cracks the bravest hearts and stains the peace of mortal men.They make a circus of our fears, each horror crowned and crowned again,Hell’s orchestra in fluffy suits, a dirge for every hope we pen.
Let warnings ring in every home—no comfort in a cotton tail,No lullaby can soothe the truth these evil bunnies leave in trail.A demon’s heart in cherub’s shell, destruction dressed as Eden’s child,What hops through grass and bedroom door is dark and damned, and never mild.The myth persists—ignore it, laugh, pretend that carrots end the threat,But in the quiet, listen close: their wickedness is never spent.So learn the lesson, mark the time, don’t trust the charm of beast or friend,For in the hush behind the eyes, the nightmare always waits to rend.
Their legacy is written now in broken sleep and shattered trust,Each dawn reveals another loss, another promise turned to dust.Yet who would blame a bunny’s grin, who’d curse a creature built for love?But that’s the joke, the oldest trick: damnation dressed in hand-stitched glove.And in the wake of every raid, in ashes where the gardens lie,The bunnies grin, the darkness wins, and innocence is left to die.