Adorable little Maggot was the runt of the litter.
Eyes of empty black, a peculiar little critter.
Then one day she was infected with a disease unknown to man,
Blistering boils and oozing puss, her cankerous soul now damned.
Nobody cares just how Killbaby died,
For all they know, the coroner lied.
Now she runs free-carving, and killing,
Loving every ounce of blood she's spilling.
Wrapped up inside this present,
A gift for you awaits.
By opening it you have condemned yourself,
And sealed your own fate.
So hopefully your birthday goes off without a hitch,
And Jubilee is not around.
For if you invite this ghoul to your celebration,
Evil will surely abound.
With broken wings, and tears from sorrowful eyes,
Rain got lost looking for an answer.
That this world ate her soul like cancer,
So rapid to move on, never willing to hear her cries.
They found this paperboy's limp body,
His bicycle en route but quite shoddy.
A car left behind a twisted gory wreck,
Papers did fly, crushed skull, broken neck.