One, two, three, four; Death is knocking on your door.
Five, six, seven, eight; you can't run away from fate.
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve; he'll put your soul up on a shelf.
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen; no one can even hear you scream.
Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty; with you for dinner there will be plenty.
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Lost in Wonderland
Just random crap. That's pretty much the only description needed.
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