Cupcake of doom,
Batter of night,
Icing of gloom,
And sprinkles of fright,
Black cocoa powder,
Salt from the grave,
Flour of spirit,
And syrup I gave,
Egg from an eggshell,
Sharp as a knife,
Coma sweet sugar,
To snuff out your life,
Rise in the ashes,
Of burnt human skin,
Under the fire,
Inside a small tin,
Scarlet blood centre,
Boil on flame,
Turn the gas,
Switch the spark,
Ignite the pain,
Cupcake of doom,
Batter of night,
Icing of gloom,
And sprinkles of fright.
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