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From The Chronicles of Death Through the Eyes There's refuge in my madness, in this chapter of the night. I learned so quickly I confess, darkness lurking, out of sight. I'm the one you're frightened of; and I watched you hide tonight. A hungry friend of Satan, and your murder's my delight. Finding refuge from the storm in dampest, darkest alley. I will seek your lovely form, one more victim for my tally. I'm the killer of little girls,. here to take your pain away; When I caress your golden curls, agony will end your day. If you think you've found me out, I will fade in the abyss. Forever in your nightmares, one more "Pretty" death will kiss. ![]()
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