Twinkle Twinkle little star,
Filled with hunger that you are.
Sinking teeth in cold flesh
Oozing blood makes a mess
Having fun in causing destruction
Corpses and chaos are your salvation.
Screaming here is denied,
the soothing is just a phase.
The killer in the mirror will be satisfied
from the look of Fright on your Face.
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