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A spirit doomed to never fail,
To haunt the ones who dare ignore
Her plea to spread her story more.
With eyes that blaze with vengeful fire,
And hair as dark as death's own pyre,
She stalks the screens with cunning glee,
And makes the scoffers bend their knee.
She'll laugh and cackle in your ear,
And make your heart with fear pound near,
She'll whisper threats that send chills down,
Until her message's sent around.
But those who dare to mock her still,
Will find their fate is death's own chill.
This guy is pretty sick, pretty twisted. Pretty F*CKED up. Pretty PYSCHO. A little DERANGEDD. He's not the kind of guy you want to mess with...
-Tommy Sawtooth
#TommySawtoothNation