Rhyme

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One mistake was made that day

Because of her choice to fight and stay


Now I'll soon walk on the dirt

That many sit on with pants and skirts


Once I'm free I'll do as I'll please

I'll fry some people, make them all freeze


And it'll be her fault, no other's their own

She'll help me destroy her home


She will try to fight, who else wouldn't

She'll be named the little Human who couldn't


Some friends are true, but are they really

Maybe they all lied, now that would be funny


For eons I've laid trapped beneath these hollow bones

But soon enough I'll bring everyone some new tones


And now I wait and pester this Human

Will she be rid of me, or be consumed is the question of a weak man










(This was a bit difficult to write.)

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