"Home" creating severe cacophonic mellays
Of resounding violence
Quiet ricochets, commences ever foul displays
Of increasing pestilence
Your loathsome smile though tolerable a while
Seeps into the realms of my demonic desires
To charm, to thrill, to alarm, to fill
Each harmful will to arm myself to kill
Perhaps it's time to chat, my dear
Or else you've really much to fear
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