Where Did It Come From
Here he comes, walking back down the street. A tall, slim man, roaming in a tux.
Peering in windows, taking one by one. Steeling from families
He only starts by watching,stocking. It continues making them sick.
Until finally he snatches them, taking them back into the woods
As the children and families yell for him to return there loved one, one screech stands above them all
"MOMMY!...HE HAS NO FACE!" As they disappear into the woods without anymore sound
Except for one last screech.
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