Lips too red, I swear your the living dead,
body to small compared to your head.
Eyes so large I know they are watching me,
no strings attached, so I know that your free.
I'll never put my hand behind your back,
I am not your sordid ventriloquist act.
Never turn my back on your evil being,
for all you do I need to be seeing.
Don't trust you I trust my enemy more,
your a being i've learned to abhore.
Burn you and stake you like they did witches,
so I nevermore have to look at your evil woven stiches.
Leave me alone you ventriloquist dummy,
some people think that you are funny,
but I know the real you, what you really do...
Your evil reincarnated, aren't you?


























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