So you took him moonward from the cellar. Put him in the black garret. The windows spotlight chasing him into the dusty sheets tossing Did he wince at the stuffed woodwose lined up with the manikins by the end wall? And when he made his way through the mishmash and Crawled into the casket did you, didnt you lock him in? Mercy, have mercy. Hes harmless, dont you know? Pity, pity he pities you. Youre harmless, defenceless Cautious, be cautious hes dangerous, insane. You rip his head off, crush him, drive a stake through his heart
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