Searching for the ruby showers
Smoothly he walks through the room
His smile means impending doom
He speaks to her – she speaks to him
Puts on his gloves for gardening
A joke place here – compliment there
Soon their heading up the stairs
Gone into an empty room
His smile means impending doom
His work is quick and masterful
Enjoys the cherry waterfalls
Then gone gone gone without a trace
Leaving her with her disgrace
His smile means apocalypse
He feels so close to Godliness
Doesn’t care who he devours
When the Prince is out
Picking flowers
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