Scarecrow, you ruined me.
Now I've caught my hands in the DeatH MachinE.
They fed my children to the lions;
They made me watch it on the Television.
Scarecrow, with your blackbird wives,
I was promised you'd come and save my life.
They chased me down with the farmer's son,
bashed our brains out with an oil drum.
The cross-eyed map of the afterlife is
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