A noise freaked me out
I jumped out of my bed
"Who's there?!" Had to shout
Eyes had turned so red
.
Thought I live near
A ghastly graveyard
I could feel the fear
Standing there like a guard
.
I saw a dead little doll
Walking slowly towards me
Grabbing a cup of alcohol
Mumbling "let it be, let it be ..."
.
I put my phone down
And left quickly to the town
.
While reciting the story
To the folk of my place
They said "you have no theory
That proves the thingness of that race"
.
I said no lies, what I saw was real
Happiness, she was trying to steal
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