Disclaimer: Don't own Lord of the Flies. Never have, never will.
Beastly Lullaby
Here he lurks in the darkest hour -
A watcher in his prowl for power -
Drowning your fears in hate,
Make the kill, leave the bait.
Watch as loyalties wane and break,
Listen as the sleeping beast awakes.
The moment comes when priorities collide:
The savages that paint can no longer hide.
You need not worry, you need not fret -
The beast's time hasn't quite come yet.
Wait awhile and we'll have some fun,
Now that the Prophet's time is done.
So sleep, sweet children, sleep.
The Lord of the Flies is watching you.