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Scarecrow

Hanging up waiting for you to go to bed
Nothing to worry about he's not alive or dead
Nothing more then an old wives tale
Hanging from his cross, straw by straw
He stalks his prey, just waiting for them to crawl
He haunts the little kids as they sleep
Stalking them as them through their window
Just waiting for them to be alone
So he can feast on their souls
Nobody gonna save you
once he puts his hands on you
Scarecrow
Written by 2ndChoice
Published | Edited 25th Oct 2013
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