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The wizard of oz.
Freezes this cruel nothingness of a world.
With his blood soaked taloned paws.
Hes quite mean, total destruction and apocalyspe.
Isn't as bad as it might seem.

Here comes Dorthy.
Dressed in her black fishnets.
A scar , a tear drop or two,
smears her eyeliner.
She has nothing to prove.

She walks through the cemetary.
A victim of her futures uncertainity.
She wants a razor,She seeks the wizard of Oz,
In his black pinestripe blazer.

Fresh graves shes walking apon hallowed ground.
The souls of the dead, no living to be found.
All of a sudden a sticthed hand grabs her foot.
Its the zombie scarecrow, his face covered in aniexty and soot.

Miss, please help me he cries.
I am the walking dead,
yet I have lost my rotting hay head.
Shes not startled, shes not affraid.
In this the land of Oz, thats all that has been layed.

They walk past the cemetary.
Into the abandoned psych ward.
1000 menacing screams can be heard.
Those demented souls, that chronic dimentia.

Scarecrow and Dorthy walk past.
A metallic clink, a dark shadow is cast.
Good evening, a tinfoil man said.
I'm on a mission I crave some lead.
Dorthy said likewise I crave a razor.
Scarecrow said I crave my head,
So I can be among the blissfully dead.
So along they tread in the land of the dead,
looking for that man in that pinstriped blazer.

They walk past a rundown zoo.
Animal corspes here and there.
A sudden huddled form sits upon the stair.
Good evening, said Dorthy why so glum?
The beast said nothing,just sucked his thumb.
I am wounded can't you see?
I have been tortured by thee,
Human beings, dead zombie like things.
Have shackled me and gave me lies.
See what they did? They gouged out my eyes!

In the manned beasts face Dorthy saw the hatred,
the unjustly waste.She saw two red sore slits,
that were former vision pits.
I seek revenge, I seek to seek piece,
I seek death, I seek to see!

Oh my, said Dorthy.
I know a man that you can see.
His name is Oz.
Come on, get off those tear stained paws.

So they were off to see the wizard.
The morbid cruel wizard of Oz.
They had their reasons, there was a practical clause.
For that night, they all complied.
With the sweet kiss of suicide.

Here comes the sun,
Here comes the pain,
They feel drowned in the rain,
Gloomy clouds move in.
There mission is about to begin.

They're apon the castle.
Black iron rod gates.
I wonder if hes home?
Dorthy comtemplates.
All the corspes of the dead.
The ones he killed, the ones he's filled with lead.
They are double-dead see there talking heads?

Stay back! leave this awful place they say.
But Dorthy is not persuaded, she has made up her mind today.
She knocks three times on the iron bolted door.
"Who be there a fiend or a whore"?

It is I , Dorthy, the cracked doll of porcelain.
I have brought some friends, we don't bring harm or
treason.We crave to see the morbid wizard of Oz.
For what purpose? said the gargoyle gaurd.
Oh, we have all consided in suicide, said Dorthy.
Well, thats a demon of a different color!
Come on now,theres no looking back now, no glancing over your shoulder.

They walk into the cold grotesque castle.
There lies the mighty Oz.
Goblet of blood in his hand.
Surveying over his dead land.

Good evening , my children of the night.
What a delightful fright!
What can I do for thy ghouls?
Dorthy approaches..We seek suicide Oh mighty Oz
We need the tools.

Oh is that all?here you go have a ball!
He hands Dorthy a razor.
He hands the scarecrow a lighter.
He hands the blind lion a noose.
He hands the tinman a vial of acid.
Now be on your way, don't forget this day!
Be fore warned, once you die you are double-dead!
You craved death, and I've supplied your lead.

Dorthy slit her wrists.
Scarecrow set ablaze with fire.
Lion hung himself on a tree by a noose.
Tinman lies melting in acid.

What did they have to loose?
Now they are among the heads,
of the damned double-dead.
They cry, they laugh,with mad morbid fright.

Maybe you'd like to visit the Oz tonight?