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Chantin' Rhymes Chantin' in rhymes Her bid, spirits do Paranormal crimes Like voodoo @s midnight chimes Payin' dues Spiteful, wilful acts That makes her soul bleed Secret spells locked in the attic collected on mysterious journeys to gothic to speak aloud The Spirits Speak to her in whispers Playing favorites Warning of dangers Hosting Nymphs and Goblins Chained @t the ankles Of her wickedness, empowered to her, From a different time. Only to find, only to hear, only to see, The twilight nights of lifeless wails And vengeful shadows who dwell within Angels close their eyes to such journals The dawning sun sparkles And wrestles with her soul In an attempt to pull her from such evils But she has no control Still burnin' candles To ward off some hideous troll A hideous troll who wont let her go For her, he has his own goals Struttin' and prancin' as if on patrol To guard her heart, he stole Givin' her only a pillow to cry on And a window to dream out of |
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