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'I want to burn them to death

With water in the air' 

One of the odder things he's said

Though of course they were only flies

So are fiends and mimes

And also of course he has a pet human

So brutality is to be expected

And if he drank blood and adopted a french twang

I'd hardly call myself surprised. 

Every three kicks I move myself backward

And every fourth I laugh

Like Jackie the ripper carving her smiles

Into the bellies of whores. 

I'm a scandal screaming "Nevermore"!

And hoping that Poe blocks his ears

And snorts in frustration 

I'm the best of the worst and I will

Strangle the child from the back

If it gets me ahead in the end

If we all crash in fiery splendor

And land in the middle of an ocean

On an island I'd cannibalize the prettier girls

And exude their beauty by bathing in their blood

And none of you could ever hope to stop me.