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By: Rita
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Twisted in every way,
Haunting by nature,
Gruesome his is skin,
The skin he's comfortable in,
The skin that makes him known,
As a murderer by nature,
As an evil soul indeed,
Hell's his homestead...
Twisted in every way,
Twisted little Children's dreams,
Scared them half to death until,
Until the morning sun came in,
Until the parents heard the scream,
Until the rest is kept in dream,
Until the rest is hidden...
Under the delicate sheets.
Twisted in every way,
Bubbling cauldrons get their way,
Evil spirits chant his name,
He has not victory,
He has not vain,
He takes them limb from limb,
Defines fear in a whole new way,
A roller coaster that will never end,
Your heart is caught,
Your breath is dead,
Twisted in every way,
Never accepts anything but his way,
Never leaves the door unlocked,
Never sees no deception,
They can see no evil,
but they cannot hear no evil,
he cackles in their ear;
"Youre time is up, sweetie-dear"
Twisted in Every Way.
Beware the initials F.K.
fin