Sitting Alone, WaTching your T.V.
A knock on the door, Now Who who could that be
Opening up like a eight cent whoar
Overly Trusting you open the door
And Its An Unkind Child WiTh a Wicked Smile
And Twinle in her eye, ThaT says your gunna die !
Oblivous- to all of This
You go to shake her hand, she sliTs your wrisT
Confused and out of breath
And your close to death
Toung tied around a barrel
Last you hear is. "My Names Carol"














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