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The demon's a'creeping, just watch him go.
Causing hated and pain, misery and sorrow.
He don't care about anybody, just wants to be mean.
You can tell he is a demon, because you never see him clean.
His clothes are rags made of everybody's souls.
His feet are covered in rock solid gold.
His skin is greasy with oil dripping off.
His mouth isn't a treat either, his food he loves to scoff.
He aint a fat demon but he aint skinny either.
His hands could do with a decent cleaner.
A'walking he goes around the darkened town.
Listening to the cries of people falling down.
His dark trap widens, and for people it will wait.
After all death doesn't care for your fate.
The trap is marked for you, right outside your door.
So be careful where you tread and watch the shadows on the floor.
He will be a'lurking in the shadows dark and deep.
You wont a'hear him coming, with gold toes he will creep.
When he has you don't bother screaming, because nobody gonna hear.
The last thing you know is what he whispers in your ear.
He tells you the scariest thing he can tell.
He says, "my dear, I know you well."
"For years I have waited for a chance to show."
"All the things I have done to you, and where you will now go."
"The thing that will scare you most of all."
"I never left your side even as you went down the hall."
"I know your darkest secrets and I know what games to play."
"So come on baby rock the world, lets play 'who shall we slay!'"
You are carried in his trap to the hellish world below.
He still wont leave your side, your soul you will watch flow.
It will flow out your body, and start a'gliding somewhere new.
I am sorry my child for the place you must walk through.
You see this world is cruel, but the demon knows better.
You think water is wet? You fear is wetter.
It will drench you until your drowning, to the point where you.
Will have to fall into his hands, and watch what he does to you.
He will rip you and cut you and laugh all the time.
So goodbye my friend, because this aint no children's rhyme.