So this one is an old favorite. One that sort of haunted me for quite some time after I wrote it!
His grin just gives it all away,
His special grin, it makes me sway,
Towards his path and thoughts of things,
Towards the blood, the pain he brings.
His eyes are more than dots of black,
They’re pools of death, and they attack.
Against his will I cannot go,
For doing that, it seems so wrong,
So when he sings of evil deeds,
All I can do is sing along.
All I can do is sing along...
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