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Bloody Mary

the blood red-lipped lady, known as the lady of death, she'll mutilate your body til' you feel your one last breath she knows just what she's doing, she's smarter than you think, you'll see her blood stained tools as they're soaking in her sink the high-heels, you'll hear them coming as you await your nearing doom, as she has you strapped upon a table in a dark and drafty room she's a sexy demon doctor with precise and expert cuts, she does not judge her patients, from the elderly to sluts she could have been a surgeon but she was meant for darker things she was meant to create demons out of simple human beings she creates all of the monsters that haunt us in our dreams if she has you just stay quite, she feeds off of your screams now that you've been warned just how gruesome and how scary you should all stay on the lookout for that red-lipped Bloody Mary

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