Laughing Witches and Ghosts
Laughing witches and ghosts
can't give me shivers,
should I encounter a ghost...
I will not run, but toast;
here comes Bloody Eyes!
There's an underworld known as Fiery Hell
roaming with evil spirits that just chill,
I'm sprinkling some Holy Water...
they will disappear in thin air;
and back in their dungeon, they'll cringe and yell!
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