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11/26/12
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Deep in Slender Man's void of existence,
Long fingers open an old-fashioned, gothic box
She watches excitedly for his reaction

A mini puppet show plays within,
Featuring little children—
Little, creepy dead children

Strange, carnival-type music plays off tune
As the pale children dance in a circle with glee
In the midst of the dancing there stands a tall figure without a face
And a very happy woman in his arms

The children open their hearts and sing:

"Oh happy days have cometh,
For Mr and Mrs. Slender,
Though dead we are we runneth, 
With mirth ever rendered!
We sing this song on your behalf,
With dancing, joy, and many a laugh..."

And the smallest, creepiest, bloodiest girl
Comes up with a dazzling dress twirl:

"There shall be a pause of slaughter and beheading,
For Mr. and Mrs. Slender's wedding!"

And with charm the children dance and sing some more
As the slender man in the box does dance with the girl
But soon the little children disappear from view
Back into the box, in their respectful coffins

And the two figures in the box stand alone
As the girl hands him a wedding gift with a wink

Long fingers close the old-fashioned, gothic box
Looking happily at his wife in awe
To his delight she winks with many a blush

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