| He has a webcam
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| And he likes to video himself
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| He has a webcam
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| And likes to video himself
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| With animals
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| A stray dog
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| The neighbor’s cat
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| Binding them
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| Torturing them
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| Murdering them
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| He has a webcam
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| So I helped him understand
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| How
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| They
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| Felt
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| He woke to the sound of distant thunder
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| The rain had stopped and all was silent
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| Except for the dripping in the trees
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| His heavy breath, his heartbeat
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| His eyes focused and found me
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| I spoke like a god
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| Gently I said, «I have a webcam
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| «And I like to video myself
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| «Binding
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| «Torturing
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| «Murdering»
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| He began to scream with the stitches held tight
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| He rattled the cage and pulled at the lock
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| With all his might
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| So I electrocuted the bars and
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| He fell asleep from the charge and
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| I prepared to make him
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| A star
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| He has a webcam
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| So I helped him understand
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| When he woke
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| I asked him to sing me a song
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| He obliged but was often off key
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| So I removed his lower jaw
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| Now his tongue juts out like a slimy slug
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| But he' so eager to please
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| Tapping the melody on the bars of this large cage
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| With un-clipped nails he plays
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| And once I’ve had my fun
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| Bringing dark justice to this
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| Pathetic goblin
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| I will
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| Burn
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| Probe
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| Break
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| And Drain
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| And he will be scorched in a bath of pain
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| I will drop him into the misty bayou
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| Where he will be a feast for
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| Serpents &
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| Insects &
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| Beasts &
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| All the putrid life of the murky bog
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| And as he sinks, and as he screams
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| Into the lens of his webcam
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| I will play a farewell
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| An ode to the demons
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| Waiting for him
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| In Hell
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| He has a webcam
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| So I helped him
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| Understand
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| How
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| They
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| Felt |