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useless He said with a sneer,
As he slithered on by,
"You are the reasons I make children cry."
He grinned with that mouth,
And squinted those eyes,
He knew what to do to make your heart cry.
That devil, that troll,
That monster that tries,
He always remembers how to make your heart die.
You chicken,
You fake,
You always let him find that taste.
You loser,
You're lost,
You avoid the shadows at all cost.
He said with a snicker,
As he slithered on by,
"I've got what you need to keep you alive."
And you remember the time,
He came dancing in,
He never pretended, and never will again.
