Evil Is Born and It Is Green
Twas Midnight Moon In Ore
that evil incarnate was born
Leaving the womb it slaughtered
Laying its mark upon the world
Its mother died at birth
Not that it mattered
Its hobby is pain
Its Violent rage cannot be contained
Its green hide polluting the air
It is the all mighty dollar
don't hesitate to stare.
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