Sophers

From the memoirs he smiled laughing evil might his cohorts agree an evil smile upon his burlapped face he opened his eyes to see he offered Crabgrass and Brier wreaths with ragweed pollen as gifts I am the Scarecrow With evil presence far beyond the stories and myths Gothic glory I dwell in dark shadows owls will who Crows will squark and buzzards will Claim there meal I the Scarecrow A doomy sight To curse the choriers In the gardens and feilds Evil am I Of Satan I am Sorcerer's due reveal The feathers of vultures Ragweed plants and Sticker briers I am comprised. Of The sports of ancient evil men A stone for a heart I am the Scarecrow Who sacred men Has stoned A moan to greet And fishes meat Is my only skin The scarecrow The Scarecrow Haunts the night And all who's Evil is his friend! Ha, Ha, Ha! (The evil laugh) The Scarecrow was bought to life by a evil scientist who tricked a priest to pray over his wine bottle. It was filled with rats blood and kryptonite. Laughing Evil , The betrayal of God by Mizzy Mosstium. An evil presence filled the room as parishes began to pray. He paid his thithes with pallidoum. And prayed the flock would stray. He poured evil upon me, which caused the crows to sing. And those rose the Scarecrow the evilist of all things!