"I'm not the nicest guy you'll come across,
I've got a cold, sharp, silver knife,
My heart is hard and not very soft,
I told you i'm NOT nice.
Come my way, and you will see,
What I've got in store for you,
Then it will be just you and me,
And the victim will be YOU
Well it seems like my work here is done,
For the knife is pretty deep,
You could not run, you could not hide...
Now it's time for YOU...TO GO TO SLEEP."
Which creep should I do a poem for next?
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