See the evil grin he gives,
There’s danger,
Look at the filth where he lives
The vermin scatter about; There’s evil
In every vile loud shout
Anger is the coinage here,
There’s danger;
Washed away with drugs and beer
Mindless follows in hopeless
There’s evil
In the shadowy darkness.
Sinister !
Dark evil danger he lives.
Gloom
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