Something wicked,
lurks in the shadows,
something twisted,
is shaping its hate,
something blackened,
is what’s become of its heart,
something evil,
is on its tongue,
something dark,
is taking over me,
something final,
is about to start.
Something wicked,
lurks in the shadows,
something twisted,
is shaping its hate,
something blackened,
is what’s become of its heart,
something evil,
is on its tongue,
something dark,
is taking over me,
something final,
is about to start.
Crikey. I’ll put the kettle on.
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I take mine black, without.
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Done. Hobnob on the side? Due to Anglo-American confusion, that’s a biscuit.
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I thought we were going to hang out with the cool people for a moment
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Well we’ll be hanging out with bits of them. I ran out of flour.
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Now, that’s some finger food…
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