All Hail

Bow down to this witch,

the witch of needles.


Follow her down to the tavern.


Father isn't she lovely.

You seem to like her very much.


Mother you seem to hate her.

No, no..

don't cut into that part,

The blood will spill...

All hail the witch of needles.

She will let you live forever.

She will love you as her other dolls.

Hey, hey...

Come to the tavern with me.

Mother and Father never came back.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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