Oh hello sir, nice meeting you,
Men of your bearings are quite few,
Please stay away, that’s blood not stew!
You’ll soon be part of the same brew.
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You see, a heart that’s always true,
Not affected by evil’s flu,
Not saddened in the days of blue,
Nor gladdened by a murder’s view,
Is what we need for this concoction,
We’ll sell it at Friday’s auction,
To orphans who seek adoption,
Safe life was never an option.
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Fear not! It’s not a mutant drink,
Nor for it do the werewolves sing,
It does its job before you blink,
Now ships will sail in seas of ink.
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So please sir before you supper,
Take a small minute to suffer,
You’d give your heart, were you tougher,
For Hecate’s sake sir! Don’t stutter!
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My cause is just and so are you,
Come ruin this globe, build it anew.