Where He came from
I know not where
But evil and mean He was
Death and destruction left in the wake
Of his never ending path
Was he born in Hell
Hard to say
Only guees at his origin are made
Good night
Roses are red Violets are blue Good night Good night Good night to you Rest your head Close your eyes Peace to you Upon this night
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The evils of this World hold you by a leash to Stay in controll
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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