Beauty bath in the blood of this beast
leaving behind the silver slipper shatter
as this poison apple lodge within her core
And yet no prince to save her
where the stumpy men dress in bright colors wearing their emotions well
to protect her yet again
The Ballad of Misguided Fairytale
Sleep through this world about to end
as the witch play this trick with a magic mirror
dress in red desire the big bad wolf
as death devours the third little pig
Clock strikes twelve as appear the maid
evil does the mother plot a simple way
as the lady with red hair lose her voice
a carpet takes on a journey to a whole new world
but among the shadows a man and his parrot
figure out a way to cease the day
The Ballad of Misguided Fairytales
Where death start to play
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