Wicked Poem by Beating Tree
Wicked
Wicked souls are always huanting about.
I wish you wouldn't always run about.
Crawling serpents scrape thier bellys bellow.
Knowing this you leave as I follow.
Enchanters with devilish intent cast spells to insnare you.
Don't worry, they wont make me stop loving you, Know this to be true.
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