Evil is what you make of it right?
then why am I so complacent
dark eyes and the shadowy night
most be my imagination
like poe im like that crow
nevermore till the morning
the sky is darker than any hole
it's looking like a mash pitch
there's darker fruition
playoff my mention
meaning wasn't a game
till the evil let out
like snow white they
feed her that apple
that didn't really mean shit
she ganna fall from grace
no prince would have her
she'll be on my plate
dark times turn medieval
I wasn't plagued or nothing

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