Sing a song of suspense in which the players die.Four and twenty ravens in an Edgar Allan Pie.When the pie was broken, the ravens couldn't sing.Their throats had been sliced open by Stephen, the new King.The King was in his writing house, stifling a laughWhile his queen was in a tizzy of her bloody Lovecraft.When the dead maid got the garden for her rank as royal whore,King's shovel made it double and he married nevermore.
Caleb dumped me on my birthday,Before I__ ordered an entrée,__hat a dick!_ some might say!But don__ you worry my little sheep,I am not sad and will not weep,For Caleb Jones is a cheat!He two-timed me with some ho,Whose name is Kacey __lut_ Munroe!But I don__ care about my foe,For I have found a brand new guy,My Blue Eyed, Mr Berry Pie!And I know, he won__ make me cry,For I did fall under his spell,To him, I am his gorgeous Belle,So Caleb Jones can go to Hell!
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Caleb dumped me on my birthday,Before I__ ordered an entrée,__hat a dick!_ some might say!But don__ you worry my little sheep,I am not sad and will not weep,For Caleb Jones is a cheat!He two-timed me with some ho,Whose name is Kacey __lut_ Munroe!But I don__ care about my foe,For I have found a brand new guy,My Blue Eyed, Mr Berry Pie!And I know, he won__ make me cry,For I did fall under his spell,To him, I am his gorgeous Belle,So Caleb Jones can go to Hell!
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