Death dinner

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I'm a devils kid
Evil and bright
My job is to murder
That's right!

Apples do amuse me,
How crunchy good and juicy,
I'll stay her forever,
With apples as my dinner.

Drinking blood
From the juicy,
Bloody,
Agony,
Apple,
I kill,
I pray,
For better skills!

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