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His soul is twisted,
His eyes are black.
He screams into the night,
So don't you DARE turn your back.

His knife is curved
To slit your throat,
So don't you hide
In his big, black boat
.
He'll paint his boat
With your own blood.
Then he'll throw your body
Into some gooey mud.

He lives in the shadows,
so your soul will not rest.
He is so sly,
he's killed all the rest.

He walks to this day,
unnoticed but seen.
His body is so
FUCKING lean.