

Something WickedSomething everybody fearsSomething Wicked
Footsteps nobody hears
Swift and steady always on the move always ready
For that poor unsuspecting soul
It will take its toll
It comes with the cover of night
Beware of its deadly bite I warn you it brings death
No survivors are ever left


The DollSmooth pale skin and a painted grinThe Doll
Eyes of glass and perfect curls
A velvet dress and a string of pearls
Does she feel emotions like love or hate?
Does she rest her head when the hour grows late?
What have those unblinking eyes seen?
What secrets does she hold?
What stories would she tell?
But alas, she is just an empty shell
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DON'T CLICK ME!
(You were warned!)
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See my !GALLERY!
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OH GOD HOW DID THIS GET HERE I AM NOT GOOD WITH COMPUTERS
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"My heart is a fist drenched in blood,
My soul will fight again...
My soul will rise again..."
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The journey is the destination.
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