Mother Mary, now be wary
and watch as my power grows
over sickly Sarah
(who couldn't bear the cross of her fears and woes)
Rattle rattle lost the battle
Death -
the sinking doggy paddle
and a single shotgun blast.
Oct 29, 2011
Oct 29, 2011 at 3:47 PM UTC
Mother Mary, now be wary
and watch as my power grows
over sickly Sarah
(who couldn't bear the cross of her fears and woes)
Rattle rattle lost the battle
Death -
the sinking doggy paddle
and a single shotgun blast.
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